…The Rest Is His Story

gracewithgrit

Faith and fire stitched together—because life isn’t always soft.

  • “Retirement Isn’t Where I’m Going—It’s How I’ve Chosen to Stay”

    I’ve asked myself how I wish to retire—and instantly found myself blinking at the question. And still… the answer does not come. The world, of course, had no hesitation.It offered a checklist.A finish line marked by dollar signs,pastel oceans,smiling stock-photo… Continue reading

  • “Fuhgeddaboudit”

    Because “Fuhgeddaboudit” can mean: incredible, impossible, forgiven, or final—because sometimes one word is enough to say it all, without saying too much. Let me explain. I’m behind the bar in a burgundy velvet dress, wiping down a shot glass that’s… Continue reading

  • “The Affair I Had in a French Café”

    Here in the United States, coffee is a necessity. It’s an accessory. It’s the fuel behind every hustle and the badge of every busybody. We don’t sip it. We chase it. We order it before we leave the house, pick… Continue reading

  • “Shut Happens”

    How Do You Know When It’s Time to Unplug? It’s not sudden.Never is—not for a woman like her. It’s the accumulation of little sighs.The kind that settle quietly in the corners of her day,like dust she didn’t know was gathering.… Continue reading

  • “A World of My Own Making”—

    I am especially well-suited to living in a world of my own. In this world I’ve formed, there lives my imagination. It is not a touristy place, nor is it governed by schedule or social custom,but rather a carefully tended… Continue reading

  • Cold Weather: With All Due Warmth, Please Know Your Place

    There exists a proper time for cold—it’s welcome in December, perhaps extending into January if I’m feeling generous. Like a short stay, a polite hello, a brisk wind may be forgiven. But beyond that? I dare say, you’re loitering. I… Continue reading

  • My Smile Is Quite the Accessory

    So, I’d have to say…the oldest thing I’m wearing today is my smile—wide, wouldn’t you say? She shows up first, knowing her place.Before my feet find the floor, before the mirror judges, before I pick who I’ll be today.She’s the… Continue reading

  • “Let Me Be Your Cautionary Tale -with Grace and Side-Eye”

    “Some people hear God’s voice. I apparently needed motion sickness first.” What gives you direction in life? It’s a question so big, it doesn’t knock on your door— it just sits across the street. Waves at you. Gives you the… Continue reading

  • “The Emoji That Whispers, and Roars”

    There I was, scrolling through WordPress, hoping for a prompt that would stir something deep— maybe a question like “Write a letter to your 12-year-old self… but from your 82-year-old self,” or “You Weren’t Supposed To.” Instead? “What’s your favorite… Continue reading