I'm not a quitter. At least I like to tell myself I'm not. I'd like to think being a quitter is something out of character for me. But then again I can recall many times I've quit things in life. I quit my family for awhile way back when. I was a teenager with… Continue reading One Breath Away from the Looney Bin
Author: Mandi Musick
Child of God, Daughter, Farmer’s wife, Mother, Homesteader, Accountant. Jesus Saved, Farm Raised
Make the first cut
I walked outside at dusk not long ago to catch a glimpse of the beautiful amber sunset to the west of the farm. To get to my normal Instagram worthy sunset location I walked by an enormous patch of blooming thistles. Instead of passing them by this time I stopped and stared. Mesmerized by the… Continue reading Make the first cut
Scars
I burned my hand the first Sunday in February on a cast iron skillet. I've been cooking with cast iron for a few years now but this burn was a first time occurrence. Some how I managed to not quite cover the entire handle with a potholder after sliding a mouth watering pizza out of… Continue reading Scars
Holding on
This past week has been one I truly won't be able to forget for a long time. It seems every time I make some bold statement the devil starts to chuckle and decides to try and bring me to my knees to see if I can put my faith where my mouth is. Does that… Continue reading Holding on
Spring break
Unable to retain focus, to complete simple tasks. No longer recognizing the face in the mirror. Can't control the fear. A hardened heart from multiple lashings by the world's hands. An unbalanced life on the edge of toxicity. The beginning of the downward spiral. ********** I texted a friend today the following: I hate… Continue reading Spring break
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