by skimhenson | Feb 25, 2015 | love and grace, relationships
It’s a bit unromantic, I guess, to write about our messy marriage on the same day we eloped 37 years ago, but messy is the only story we’ve got. We’ve been messy from the beginning. John and I married in Mr. Coyle’s living room the day after the justice of the peace...
by skimhenson | Jun 17, 2013 | emotions, guilt, relationships
My lifelong habit of keeping company with at least one unlikable person is dying a slow death. I mentioned it as one of my monstrous habits in the last blog post, Where the Wild Things Are. Even though remnants of the behavior still remain, I’ve taken steps to change...
by skimhenson | Jun 17, 2013 | emotions, guilt, relationships
My lifelong habit of keeping company with at least one unlikable person is dying a slow death. I mentioned it as one of my monstrous habits in the last blog post, Where the Wild Things Are. Even though remnants of the behavior still remain, I’ve taken steps to change...
by skimhenson | Jul 19, 2012 | awareness and action, relationships
Putting on my Superwoman cape and trying to fly has caused problems most of my life. I crash among other bruised souls who I decide need my help. The thing is, not everyone wants to be saved. Not that they can’t be saved, but probably they are too afraid or it’s too...
by skimhenson | Jun 25, 2012 | belonging, relationships
We relaxed into a sense of belonging because of each other’s sense of not belonging. Over a jar of Fruition fudge, my friend and I talked into the afternoon about marriage, kids, church, good places to eat, houses, marriage, travel, kids, good places to eat … you...
by skimhenson | Jun 9, 2012 | hope, marriage, miracles happening, relationships, relationships, family stories
My husband John and I were attracted to each other kind of like moths to fire. He liked that I was quiet, and that my family sat in silence around the kitchen table, listening to each other’s forks scrape the plates. I liked that he was loud, and that his family was...