By: Chloe Grabeman Lately, I’ve been going stir crazy in my surrounding flatlands. I crave hills and valleys. So, last week I took a trip to my mountain covered promise land – Tennessee. But for a number of reasons, this wasn’t a normal visit. In my departure and journey in, I unknowingly picked up a little companion, his name was… Read More
Calamities, Crashes and the Collisions of Life
by Linda Grabeman The road curved and there it was. Unmoving. Unexpected. IN.MY.LANE. A hulking yellow harvester, slashing and swiping down limbs and underbrush from the roadside, not six car-lengths in front of me. Big problem. It gets worse. In the other lane, a large truck barrels toward me. No orange cones warned me, no road crews directed traffic. … Read More
Letting Go and Holding On
By: Chloe Grabeman Do you remember the first time you rode a bike? Nervously pedaling while parents carefully let go and you conquer the two-wheeled beast by yourself. You return to a cheer squad of two as mom and dad praise your triumph, beaming with pride. From an early age, we exalt independence of every kind. We celebrate the underdog…. Read More
When God Feels Gone
By Linda Grabeman The world has been shocked, shaken, and saddened by recent unnecessary, deliberate deaths. Yes, depression may have been a factor. But the bottom line in suicide is this: The LIES got too LOUD. God’s whisper got drowned out. Here’s… Read More
The Committee of the Expected
By: Chloe Grabeman Forward: This blog was written to my incredible brother as he continues to pursue his dreams in music and acting. You inspire me, Carey. One of my favorite books of all time is Lois Lowry’s The Giver. It follows the unique life of a young boy named Jonas living in a seemingly Utopian society where the life… Read More
When Your To-Do List is Eating You Alive
By Linda Grabeman Your schedule has gone staccato. You know what I mean: Meals. Wash. Errands. Phone Calls. Repeat. Some nights your list replays in your head and you can’t sleep. That’s where I was very early this morning. I got up and went out on my screened porch. My sacred place. My sanctuary. In the dark,… Read More
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