Posts listed by title

 

Adventures in Constant Change

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The road out of Santa Fe.

 

Is It a Sign?

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Third Year Marker

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I’ll hold you in my heart forever!

 

JSYK I’m OK

Kerr Lake, NC

in case you were wondering

 

Remembering.

Christmas 2012

Alise wrote this post July 2013.

 

Waiting

Waiting is not for the faint of heart. (A collection of my watches)

 

Dream Job

I am still amazed at how my job was so particularly an answer to prayer. (Part of the artful decor at the office and a good reminder)

 

Return To Me

This may have been the photo Jim’s nurse saw when she found Alise on Facebook and then sent her a very special message.

 

Keeping An Eye on Me

There’s a picture of Jim over my shoulder. It’s my favorite.

 

The Merries and Not-so-Merries of Christmas

Christmas time can be sad, but it’s good to remember the joy in the memories.

 

It’s Only a Season

Fall is beautiful and transitional. It speaks to my life’s season.

 

Early Morning Wake Up

This picture was taken in Ventura California. It was the setting of my imaginary job.

 

Today’s Schedule: Working On It

This is one of my favorite posts. Schedules and routines are meant to be broken. Life is not static.

 

Walking

Walks can bring powerful revelations to me. This walk blew me away.

 

Guitars and Living Rooms

Here is Jim the day he recorded my song.

 

Flying by the Seat of His Pants

This is Jim and me in Las Vegas the night of his comedy performance. He looks so serious but he was so funny.

 

Unclear?

This is a favorite post of mine. It speaks to faith and hope in the face of uncertainty.

 

It’s 5:46

Me with Brice (my son from another mother) and Alise my precious daughter at Rolf and Daughter’s Restaurant in Nashville.

 

Fly Me to the Moon

Round-a-bouts are all over Nashville, but in San Diego they are few. This one pictured is the one I refer to in this post.

 

Twenty Years Later

Here is my sweet boy with his dad. I think Brandon probably grabbed onto Jim when he welcomed him in heaven.

 

Roads More and Less Travelled

I had no idea the roads ahead of me when I wrote this.

 

Gray Days

Me and my brother. This must be December 1967. I think I was 8 years old. We’re standing in front of the living room window in our front yard.

 

Grief, Grace and Graciousness

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