Davy Crocket High School Football Players Disgusting Behavior

 My Tri Cities Friends, please read and repost or research and post your own. Just use your voice to magnify those of students who experienced the trauma of having their friend’s death mocked over a football game. What happened at the THS/Crocket game this week was repulsive. It had zero to do with sports and everything to do with disgusting human behavior that should NEVER be tolerated.  If I’ve tagged you it is either because I know you are a microphone for voices that need to be heard, live in the area, or I know you speak up when something isn’t ok.  My nephew plays on the varsity football team for THS, but what I need you to know, and understand is that this has NOTHING to do with football, or winning and losing. This has to do with humanity or the lack there of.  The behavior of the players,coaches, and student section at the game against THS was nothing short of disgusting.  * As most know Micah Montgomery, THS football player, tragically lost his life this week. Because of that

You Want Her Whole

You want her whole. Trust me. For when she finds her muchness; when she gathers all the pieces of herself, all the pieces you have broken,  it will be too late. She wont just leave. She will trample every inch of you on the way out,  Every unkind word you spoke,  every stinging touch  will fuel her wrath. You want her whole, For the chaos of her brokenness will make hurricanes seem like a lazy Saturday rain and tornados a gentle breeze. You want her whole because with her beside you the world is yours for the taking,  and with her beneath the very earth will quake with her tears.  You want her whole because no matter how broken she becomes, eventually those pieces will call to one another and pull close,  becoming heavier than your angry hands  and bigger than your worth. You want her whole because her broken pieces will shred your frailty. You want her whole because anything less is the swift ruin of you. -Jessica Lynn Freeman

I Choose

I heard this recently and it impacted me a great deal. Most everything in my world comes down to "I choose." I choose to have a heart that loves big. I choose to be more than others were for me.  I choose to work at a high stress but incredibly rewarding job.  I choose my children, all of them, those I birthed, those I chose, those who chose me, and those I never held.  I choose to love and be committed to my Stephen.  I choose to keep my distance from things and people who hurt me I choose to love broken things. I choose to keep showing up, even when I'm tired. I choose to know the good even if I can't see it. I choose to allow myself to feel all of the things. These are just a few.

Mac N Cheese Recipe

  Creamy Homemade Mac N Cheese 1 pound elbow macaroni 2 tablespoons butter 2 tablespoons all purpose flour 2 cups warmed milk or heavy cream (I personally prefer heavy cream) 1 pound Sargento Chef's Blends Shredded 4 State Cheddar 1/2 pound grated smoked Gouda 1/2 pound Gruyere 1 8 oz pack of cream cheese Salt & Pepper, to taste Instructions: Preheat oven to 325 degrees F and grease a 3 qt baking dish (9x13").   Set aside. Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil.   When boiling, add dried pasta and cook 1 minute less than the package directs for al dente.   Drain and drizzle with a little bit of olive oil to keep from sticking. While water is coming up to a boil, grate cheeses and toss together to mix, then divide into three piles. In a saucepan, melt the butter over medium heat. Sprinkle the flour into the butter and stir it with a whisk. Cook for 2 minutes. Whisk the warmed milk into the flour mixture, working out any lumps. Cook until the

The Sin of Sadness and Other Nonsense

I wrote this a few years ago while in a Christian based Grad program and wanted to share.   Here I am again, rattling cages and making people uncomfortable, but I honestly don't know what else to do. One of my classmates posted: "Based on my personal Christian worldview psychopathology depends solely on a person’s relationship with God. This relationship is totally supported by the gospel of God’s son Jesus Christ, who gave His life for the salvation of mankind (John 3: 16). This salvation restores fallen humanity to proper relationship with their creator. This salvation heals all sorts of sole (mental health) diseases from depression to anxiety and in fact makes every believer, a new creation (2 Corinthians 5: 17). In my view, to be separate from God is to be lost without the Sheppard in a harsh and darkened world (see Psalms 23). People that are burdened down with a world of care are prone to falling into pathological behaviors such as lying, cheating, drug abuse, self-harm

I love the way

 I...Love...The...Way I literally picked a quote at random. A touch screen and closed eyes led me to this quote:  I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars. Og Mandino  I then deleted most of the words on the quote, leaving only a few, in the same order as the original. "I love the way" is all that I left. It was all you could see on my wall as a title before choosing whether or not to read further. It was a tiny glimpse, and an inaccurate one, of what I am writing about. Some cheeseball country song is what comes to mind as I read those four words together that way. There is no telling all the different thoughts that came to the minds of those who saw that post. The words, taken out of context, can be used to create many things. If you google them, there are thousands upon thousands of results, but only a few that are the actual quote by Og Mandino.  This is one of many of the problems with social media. We se

Tolerance Levels

I wrote this many years ago while still involved directly in the foster care/adoption world.   Tolerance Levels As a trauma mama, I live in a completely different world than most of my friends, and many who choose to follow or friend me on social media. Though it brings me much grief, I don't even fault you for it. Most days I'm jealous and envy your normal. But, I am not alone. I'm surrounded by other mothers who live in worlds you simply can't imagine; where your 5 year old making a moaning sound or your 16 year old waking up dry are a success. A world where the hope is to end the day outside of a psyc er or hospital visit, a world where you are more educated about medication and disease than the latest intern who has been assigned to your case. I live in a world of darkness where light is sporadic and almost dreaded because of the knowledge it will quickly fade. I was reminded earlier of a time when I was still in church and one of my children said, "oh God"