Words of Wifedom

Sharing thoughts from my life experience


Words of Wifedom

A path through the trees

Something led me back here
A place I’d been before
A long time since I’d been here
But I recognized your warmth

Down the path I hurried
I know I heard your voice
Pushing past the branches
Not the easy choice

No one came to find me
I’d set out on my own
The path had twists and turns
I wasn’t going home

At times it felt so cold
I felt so all alone
I wasn’t getting anywhere
Still wasn’t going home

Before I knew how far I’d gone
There was no turning back
The trees seemed now familiar
I was picking up the slack

If they come to look for me
I don’t think I’ll be found
I’ve lost myself and this is what
I think that I want now

Don’t know I’ll ever find myself
I hope I’ll make it through
I took this path–and I hope
It leads me back to you




Having a penchant for something can reveal itself at any time or age, even if its something you didn’t necessarily want to do, you can be drawn to it anyway. A penchant of mine that I recently rediscovered is my love for plants and flowers. This is not to say that I love to garden. Where I live gardening is no easy task. The ground is hard, full of shale rock and it is hot, sweaty, dirty, hard work, and if that were not enough, “smack!!!”, it is ridden with my most hated life-form, mosquitos and the occasional biting fly.
Although, I don’t love to garden, I do love the beauty of plants. I love a brand new pretty planter, a couple big bags of potting soil, a gardening trowel and a bunch of my favorite, most colorful flowers and vines. And since we’ll have one beautiful planter, aw hell, why don’t we buy enough for two and have matching ones?!
I don’t know if it’s because it’s an innately human thing to do…dig in the dirt…take pleasure in what is beautiful to the senses…knowing that you are responsible for the care of a living thing. All I know is that I have spent far too much time this Spring and Summer making trips, stops and meandering through the aisles of the garden center in my favorite home improvement stores to the point that my pre-teen daughter refuses to go inside anymore and opts to stay in the car listening to music.

Fleeting Moments


Part of my weekend was spent talking to a friend about a crisis she recently went through. After hours of talking on my couch, she left. She didn’t need to change how she felt and didn’t need anyone to convince her otherwise, she just needed to have a friend acknowledge her feelings and let her feel the way she feels. Time is fleeting and you can make the most of it, or let it slip away.

What your loved ones need from you


Freedom to be who they are

Listening ears and a loving heart

Ordinary days not filled with expectations

Words they’ll want to remember



When my mother passes, I would like to be able to replace some of her goodness in the world when she is gone. She is wise and kind. Soft spoken and patient. She knows the right thing to say to build someone up, even with only a few words. She doesn’t tear down. I wish I could be more like her. She hopes for the best in people, but is nobody’s fool. Right now I can only observe and try to train myself to be a better person. I will be lost without her, but it will leave only me to fill the hole in my children’s hearts when she passes. When that day comes, I will have to be strong, patient, wise, good. I hope that some of her legacy can live on in me.

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