Category Archives: OM One Moment

OM :: The Fringe

fringe adjective Not part of the mainstream; unconventional, peripheral, or extreme I’ve been thinking a lot about how who I am relates to the major activities in my life. I am not a mainstream gal. I’m not a radical either. But I do make choices that flit around the fringe. I won’t make a laundry…Continue Reading

OM :: The Veg

I am still digging out from under all of life’s lists and to do-s (last week’s post here.) I’ve developed a recurring eye twitch (always a good sign [just like the use of frequent sarcasm]. And school activities are at a fever pitch as the year comes to a close. BUT! I am excelling at…Continue Reading

OM :: The Overwhelmed

I am the overwhelmed. I will have the occasional day feeling this feeling, but it has been a daily occurrence for weeks now. My moment is to try and remember to focus on one thing at a time and not be overwhelmed by everything that needs doing all at once. And to stop wishing for…Continue Reading

OM :: The Moment is Yours

I usually share a moment from my week, but today, I’d like you to take a moment and register to become a bone marrow donor. Do you know someone that you could help by being a donor? I did. Remember Julia? I can’t believe I took this long to sign up to be a donor.…Continue Reading

OM :: The Broken Revived

I love Mother Nature. Even if she kicks my tail once in a while, she always makes it right. This is a photo of my dogwood this year and I’m so happy to see it blooming. You may remember my post from the end of last summer, The Dogwood Branch, and mourning the loss of…Continue Reading

OM :: The Temple that Crohn’s Built

It’s no secret that I have a chronic illness called Crohn’s Disease. It’s not a topic of conversation I bring up readily, as it makes some people uncomfortable. But I think not ever talking about something that is prevalent in your life is dishonest. This past week, I had a routine colonoscopy. It requires a…Continue Reading

OM :: The Tradition Shift

I remember when I was a young kid that I always had mixed feelings about Good Friday. My brother and I usually had a half day of school and then we would come home to a dramatic reading of the Good Friday/Easter story by my mother from the Children’s Bible. It seemed to always be…Continue Reading

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