Jamie Janosz

One day, I prayed to God about a stupid mistake I had made. My nine-year-old daughter and I had been out for a Saturday of shopping errands. As we hurried from our home to the car, Sabrina handed me her coin purse. Without really thinking, I dropped it into my lap for the short drive to the store.When we walked to the first store, I was holding her purse in my hand. But when we got ready to leave, I no longer had it. As we headed for the check-out my daughter asked, “Mom, can I have my money?” “I don’t have it,” I replied. “Yes, you do,” she insisted. “Remember? I gave it to you.” At that moment, I had absolutely no recollection of taking the coin purse from her. None. Then she added to my stress. She explained, “I had all my vacation money in it: thirty dollars!” My heart sank. My hands were sweaty as the details of my day ran quickly through my mind. It was one of those bad mommy moments. Could my memory be failing me? We rushed out of Walmart and headed to our car. We se

Photo by Vincentiu Solomon on Unsplash I've been away from this blog for awhile now. Why? It's not because I have nothing to say. But, there has been so much going on in my heart and mind that it has been difficult to take the plunge and put those emotions into words. But it's a new year, and so I'm doing it now. Putting my big toe in the water. It feels cold. My body feels a chill rippling through it as I test what it feels like to see my thoughts displayed in black and white. Writing is vulnerability. Writing is seeing with our eyes what is felt in our hearts. Writing allows others in. Writing forces us to reckon with the many ideas fighting for attention in our brain, nailing them to the wall in a way with each letter, with each word. Okay... that was dramatic. But I feel it. And maybe you do too. Has it been awhile since you've written? Would you like to join me? Let's do it! I'm in water up to my ankle now and it isn't too bad. In fact, I'm get