My Thoughts

In all these years of being a single mom and struggling I somehow believed deep down that I was doing the best thing for my daughters and that the sacrifices would guarantee them something better than what I had.  All these years later, I am not sure what I "had" in the first place. Was what I had really that bad?  Time and maturity has altered my perspective about the importance of all things in my life. Once, I foolishly believed that getting an education would help get me a better paying job, and I also foolishly believed that just being a good person would make a difference somehow and would increase the quality and quantity of my inner circle of friends.  I am still waiting for this to be a reality.   I'm tired today as I write this.  I have already put in almost 12 hours of work and have 3 more to go.  I don't want to work 15 hour days. I'm tired of struggling financially. I'm tired of being alone.  These are things only a few people ever...

I started my morning off with a cup of coffee and an intent to make a neat summary story about my great great grandmother Rebeca Lavinia Mitchell.  She died in 1944, twenty three years before I was born, and I do not ever remember hearing much about her. Rebeca was my father's great-grandmother, and he was only six when she passed. Luckily, I am in contact with a Mitchell family member who has a full collection of information, so I am getting a chance to know Rebeca. She was born in Benton County, Arkansas, May 23, 1863, and like many other families, her parents migrated into Texas for better opportunities. The Civil War was still raging when she was born.  Her birth in Benton County, AR is verified by the 1870 Census.I wonder if this woman is where the story came from about one of my ancestors being born in a covered wagon as they came to Texas. In 1879, Rebeca married Francis Marion Mitchell in Lampasas County, Texas.  The notoriety of the Mitchell fam...

My response to Practical 1: I have wanted to loose weight for a very long time. It's time. For one thing, I cannot qualify for my insurance to pay for a breast reduction at my current weight. Secondly, I want to run again. And lastly, I want to truly enjoy my empty nest time by being active. While 42 is not old, it is not 22. I have more wisdom and courage now than I have ever had. I have the tools to reach my optimum weight and to maintain it. Finally, I am ready to admit that I am not perfect. I know God loves me just as I am, and He is disappointed. What I understand now is that diappointment is not rejection. So, I want to celebrate the life I've been granted. As a mom, I would be soooo sad if one of my children sacrificed their lives for another and that other person turned around and wasted the gift my child gave.