Author Archives: Bethany LaShell

Take It to the Cross

How many times do we hear—or say—that phrase and not know how to take our burdens to the cross and leave them there? “Rising Cairn” by Celeste Roberge I connected immediately with this sculpture, “Rising Cairn” by Celeste Roberge, the first time I saw its image. Others have called it “The Weight of Grief,” andContinueContinue reading “Take It to the Cross”

The Loneliness in Suffering

The thing with trials is that they are compounded by loneliness. Many trials are so individualized that no one can fully share in the suffering with you. No one else feels exactly the same way you do. No one else responds the same way to similar events. No one else can bear the weight ofContinueContinue reading “The Loneliness in Suffering”

Me Too . . . Again

When I logged back into my lonely blog, I discovered this half-written post. I don’t remember starting it, but it’s still applicable, so I cleaned it up and posted it. My biggest fear when it comes to sharing my story is that I’ll be judged, condemned, and rejected. What’s the worst thing that could happen ifContinueContinue reading “Me Too . . . Again”

Let’s Talk about Anxiety

Let’s talk about anxiety. I don’t mean being a little bit nervous or worried. I mean being sick to your stomach anxious. Locomotive circling the brain nonstop anxious. Blurting out irrational thoughts anxious. Can’t breathe anxious. Can’t hold a cup of relaxing lavender tea without spilling anxious. Racing heartbeat anxious. According to Dictionary.com, anxiety isContinueContinue reading “Let’s Talk about Anxiety”

The Major Deal with a Minor Holiday

I love pizza even though the gluten in the crust and the lactose in the cheese usually make me feel sick. It’s a special treat nonetheless. But it’s not special enough to make up for the fact that it’s my Labor Day picnic-for-one meal. That’s a lot of pressure to put on a few slices of pizza.ContinueContinue reading “The Major Deal with a Minor Holiday”

Identity Crisis

With my recent divorce, I decided to revert my last name to my maiden name. My married name has all kinds of negative connotations, and I don’t want to be associated with that name or that person anymore. As my girls are in their late teens, they’re old enough to realize that I need myContinueContinue reading “Identity Crisis”

The Scarlet Letter

 I’m branded forever now with that letter; you know, the one that screams at people from across the room. Yes, I’ve got that huge S on my chest. You know, S for Speeder. Everyone asks me about it all the time. “I just heard the news! I can’t believe you’re a Speeder!” “When we wereContinueContinue reading “The Scarlet Letter”