I want to caution you: this post is raw, ugly and painful. It won't be flowered to ease anyone's discomfort of reading raw emotion, ugly words and painful topics. This is my therapy. I know I'm not the only one who needs it.
I love dogs. My first dog was a black/white chihuahua/terrier mix named Tiger. Our family got him around Christmas when I was 5-6 years old. He was mean and I have the scars to prove it! Not too long after we got Tiger, we got Mary. Mary was a black and white dachshund. For all of Tiger's mean behavior, she made it up in love. They both lived very long lives. Our oldest son even remembers Mary. In our family, they were my brother and sister. No joke, I would get Christmas presents, even get well cards, from them. I knew better. I knew it was my Dad. So, I will blame my Dad for one of my greatest loves.
Another person to blame for this craziness is my Aunt Clyde and Uncle Truman. That is who we got Tiger from. She bred dogs. I l…
This weekend something pretty amazing happened but before I share let me preface with a few thoughts. As with most thoughts, they are the opinion and expression of the one who is feeling them. Those around may not share the same opinion or thoughts, not because they are wrong, necessarily, but because they view their experiences from a different lens.
My husband has tried desperately to find his place in his extended family. As a small child, the formative years, he developed strong bonds with the elders of his tribe. However, for a season he was removed from those people and missed critical connection with his family. As a young adult, he was reintroduced, but he missed so much in the separation. This last few days have been nothing short of miraculous. It started out with visiting his “brother” Jimmy, Leigh-Ann, John, cousins Mary and Kevin. If that were the end of the journey, it would have been wonderful but it was just the beginning.
As many of you know, I am a Geneal…
Ouch! SHARON GALLAGHER SCHMIDT·TUESDAY, APRIL 10, 2018
There’s bad fire and good fire.
Here a few examples of bad fire. Mick Jagger - don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire. I’m pretty sure no one died listening to Mick Jagger sing the song. Then there was the great fire of 1871 in Chicago. Three hundred people died after Mrs. O’Leary’s cow or some gambling men in the O’Leary barn, knocked over a lantern. Believe it or not, the fire of 1901 in Jacksonville, Florida was the third largest, to Chicago and San Francisco. That fire killed seven people and “in eight hours, the fire burned 146 city blocks, destroyed more than 2,368 buildings, and left almost 10,000 residents homeless. It is said the glow from the flames could be seen in Savannah, Georgia, and the smoke plumes in Raleigh, North Carolina.” So, I guess we would all agree that fire can be devastating. It kills, displaces, maims, orphans and otherwise destroys, everything in its path.
Fire, when co…