Category: This Life

The Exhale Is a Scream (And a Glass of Cold Tea)

by Mothersense, posted in This Life

Friday, September 4

I sat down to write a normal Friday post, but I can’t pretend things are normal. I can’t write a neat little wrap-up about finding peace when everything around us feels like it’s fraying at the edges.

Look at the news on any given day. People tearing each other apart online for sport. Road rage taking lives over a momentary inconvenience. Healthcare systems treating human suffering like an expense sheet. Three children lose their lives and the system runs with the easiest, fastest theory instead of asking the terrifying, necessary questions.

And then, as if the daily weight of the world wasn’t heavy enough, we lose the light-keepers. In a single week, voices like Dolly Parton, Tim Curry, Peter Cullen, and Samuel Monroe Jr. are gone. The anchors feel like they’re snapping.

What the hell are we supposed to do with all this grief?

Because here’s the absurd part: the world keeps spinning. The bills still come. The laundry still sits in the basket. We still have to show up, do the work, and figure out how to live a beautiful life without letting the weight of everything else crush us to dust.

So how do we do it?

Do we lay it at the cross? Do we dance, dream, and persevere anyway? Do we hold tight to our daily rituals and thank God for every quiet moment of mercy?

Maybe it’s all of the above. And maybe today, it’s stepping away from the screens, stepping outside—even if it is air-fryer hot—touching the grass, and taking a sip of ice-cold tea.

Maybe it’s letting yourself have a good, ugly cry. As Steel Magnolias reminded us, laughter through tears is the best emotion. You’re allowed to scream into a pillow, feel the rage, mourn the losses, and still choose to bake, build, love, and keep going.

The exhale isn’t always neat. Today, it’s a scream, a prayer, a cry, and a deep breath. You aren’t crazy for feeling the weight of it all. Just don’t forget to take your step back.

August, Transitions, and a New Beginning

by Mothersense, posted in This Life



Welcome to August. There is a shift in the air today, a distinct change in the season’s rhythm. For many, August marks the ultimate month of transitions. Around here, everyone is gearing up for the whirlwind of back-to-school season. Parents are checking off school supply lists, preparing for the upcoming Texas tax-free weekend, mapping out trips to Back-to-School Fairs, and rushing around for sports physicals. The entire community is collectively leaning into the preparation for a brand-new school year.
It is a season defined by clean slates, fresh notebooks, and new beginnings.
But for me, August brings a completely different layer of celebration and reflection: it is officially the beginning of my birthday month!
Turning a year older right alongside this collective community reset feels incredibly fitting. As a former classroom teacher, the energy of a new school year is practically woven into my DNA. Even though my daily schedule looks different now, that “new notebook” feeling never truly leaves you. It’s a reminder that no matter what kind of physical limitations, pauses, or unexpected health hurdles the previous months have thrown our way, August arrives with an invitation to start fresh.
A birthday month in a season of transition is the perfect excuse to evaluate where we are going and how we want to get there. It’s a time to celebrate another trip around the sun, to honor the roots that keep us steady, and to confidently look forward to the chapters yet to be written.
Whether you are frantically labeling school supplies, adjusting to a new family schedule, or celebrating a personal milestone of your own this month, let’s embrace the transition. Let’s welcome the new beginnings, the fresh energy, and a month dedicated to celebrating growth.
Happy August, everyone. Let’s make it a beautiful one.

Roots, Wings, and the Songwriting Journey

by Mothersense, posted in Musical Musings, This Life



We are breaking away from our standard alphabet schedule today because something beautiful happens when you are forced to pause your physical momentum: your creative spirit finally gets the room it needs to stretch its wings.
For me, that creative space belongs to storytelling, music, and a concept I hold close to my heart: Roots and Wings.
Every song starts the exact same way—with just a few raw, honest lyrics scratched out on a piece of paper. It starts with a feeling, a memory, or a heavy truth that needs a place to go. Years ago, when I first started planting those lyrical seeds, I didn’t know what kind of garden they would grow into. I just knew I had to write them down.
Take these lines, for instance, from a piece called Blackland Ink:
There’s a heavy kind of truth in the turning of the soil
A legacy written in the sweat and the toil
You can bury the past in the deep, dark clay
But the roots hold tight till the rain clears the way.
Today, those scattered pages have grown into a full, versatile catalog of over a hundred songs. They are rooted in the grit and honesty of Americana, Red Dirt, and Country music—genres that don’t shy away from real life, hard truths, or unexpected grief.
And right now, behind the scenes, a major shift is happening. I am currently prepping this entire master catalog to be published through Broken Fence Publishing.
But the goal isn’t to just throw these songs out into the void of the massive commercial music industry. The goal is connection. I am preparing to pitch these pieces directly to independent, niche boutique producers.
Why boutique producers? Because music isn’t a one-size-fits-all product. These songs carry specific messages, deep roots, and unique wings. By working with independent producers who value the craft, I can ensure that each song finds its way into the hands of just the right singing artist—the one whose voice and heart match the story the song was born to tell.
It is a massive milestone in a journey that started with a single pen and a blank notebook. It’s a reminder that even when our physical bodies force us to slow down, the work of our hearts never truly stops. It just waits for the right season to fly.

Happy Friday y’all, just breathe!

J is for Journey, Joy, and Justification

by Mothersense, posted in This Life

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We are stepping back into our alphabet journey today, landing right on the letter J. After a weekend of practicing the “Friday Freedom Exhale”—where we gave ourselves permission to do everything or absolutely nothing—stepping back into Monday can feel a bit jarring.
When you’re navigating health challenges or the erratic shifts of midlife, the pressure to “get back to it” on a Monday morning is heavy. That’s why we need to talk about three words that change how we approach our progress: Journey, Joy, and Justification.
Journey: When you have a “full steam ahead” personality, you are naturally obsessed with the destination. You want the completed project, the perfectly organized space, or the day when your health finally feels 100% predictable again. But life doesn’t happen at the finish line; it happens entirely in the messy middle. Embracing the journey means accepting that healing, organizing, and growing are slow, looping paths—not a straight line.
Joy: We often treat joy like a reward we get after we finish the hard work. “I’ll enjoy myself when the house is perfect, or when I feel better.” But true “mother-sense” tells us that we have to find pockets of joy right in the middle of the unfinished business. It’s finding joy in a hot cup of coffee even if the living room is a mess, or enjoying a quiet moment on the porch even if your body is forcing you to sit out the next round.
Justification: This is the most important one for today. You do not need to justify your existence by your productivity. You do not need to justify taking a step back, taking a nap, or putting a big project on hold. Your worth isn’t tied to how much steam you are running on. You are allowed to take up space, rest, and heal without offering an explanation or an apology to anyone—including yourself.
This week, let’s stop treating our lives like a race to be won. Let’s focus on the journey we are actually on, look for the quiet joy hidden in the pauses, and completely drop the need to justify our rest.
Take it one slow mile at a time this week.

The Friday Freedom Exhale

by Mothersense, posted in Mental Health Recovery, Reclamation, This Life



We are hitting the release valve again today. No alphabet lessons, no self-improvement frameworks, and absolutely no expectations. Just a deep, collective breath heading into the weekend.
I’m calling today the Friday Freedom Exhale.
When you are someone who is used to operating at full capacity, the hardest part of navigating a forced health pause or carrying heavy grief isn’t just the physical limitation—it’s the mental trap. We tell ourselves that if we aren’t working on our big, full-steam-ahead plans, then we must be strictly resting. We turn rest into a chore, a rigid box we have to stay inside of so we can heal.
But true freedom doesn’t live in a rigid box.
So today, consider this your official, unfiltered permission slip to do exactly what your spirit needs this weekend—whether that means doing all the things or absolutely nothing at all.
If your body is finally feeling a spark of energy and you want to bake a mess of bread, dive into a creative project, or deep-clean the kitchen because that is what puts your mind in order—do it. Do all of it with joy, and don’t feel guilty for “wasting” your resting energy.
And if your body or your heart looks at the weekend and says, “I cannot move,” then let the dishes pile up. Leave the projects right where they are. Lie on the couch, turn on a favorite crime drama, and do completely, beautifully nothing.
Freedom is knowing that you don’t owe anyone a predictable pace. You are allowed to ride the waves of your own capacity. You can be a force of nature on Saturday and completely still on Sunday.
Drop your shoulders. Unclench your jaw. The weekend is here, and the choice is entirely yours. Let’s exhale.