Posts by T.H.Meyer


I had come to the class to teach public speaking. But I had not come to teach about being perfect at it. In fact, as I shifted my weight side to side and stumbled over my um’s, I pretty much broke every public speaking rule in the book.   They had signed up to learn about Speech. I had signed up to teach about courage.     It was two years ago from the podium, I stood in front of homeschooled high-schoolers to...

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Secrets & Fear Are Friends

Secrets & Fear Are Friends


Posted By on Jul 1, 2015

“Try as we might to control our discomfort by containing our inefficiencies or clawing for answers to all our questions, we simply won’t ever have 100% comfort as long as we’re human.” — Amy Hunt, Founder and Vision Leader, C’est La Vie: The Magazine   I’ll never get used to the way secrets are locked up.  The way they make you cower under their power. The way they hiss horrible-nothings...

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My family and I dodged through a congest Dallas. Just earlier, we witnessed where rain had swollen creekbeds until they raged with rapids. But now cars jammed together like a snake of metal along highways, participating in the normal big city traffic.   I clutched the arm of our car door as semi’s bee-bopped between lanes, without so much as a care to cars. I pointed my finger, “There, there,” along the...

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I stand at the center of life. That happens to be my kitchen island as I type.   This is where my two boys run in and out the back door, in plain view. Where sun bounces heat off a swath of white patio, refracting its bright light onto our living room walls. From the dining room window, a male Cardinal jumps near a female on the kids’ trampoline as she moves out of reach. Ducks waddle across the Bermuda. They are in search...

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  I wish I could say Spring quietly slipped out like a visitor that’s too awkward for a goodbye. Instead it banged pots, tripped over furniture, and broke some china.   I tried to enjoy every moment. Tried to savor the soggy ground that sagged under it’s own weight. Tried to appreciate my watered (drowning) Wave Petunia’s and Roma Tomato plants. Tried to not resent the overcast darkness of drizzle and...

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