Love and Life with Lisa 🌹

Come, come sit with me… I have a story to tell you about my heroes. Not the kind you find in books or movies — mine are real. Mine have been with me since the beginning. Yes, they’re my brothers. But to me? They’re the boys . All my friends know about the boys. And I bet you’re wondering why they’re my heroes. Well… they’ve loved me, protected me, and guided me when I needed it (yes, I rebelled at the guiding — what little sister wouldn’t?) . My parents always told us that family is everything , that people will come and go in your life, but family will remain. And for us? That has always been true. The boys are like night and day — one quiet, one bold; one steady, one wild. But when we’re all together, we fit . There’s a rhythm to us, a dance we’ve been doing since childhood. And don’t even get me started on the banter — that’s a sport in our family. Teasing, laughing, pushing buttons, and loving each other through every moment. We fight, sure. We annoy each other,...

🌹 Have You Checked Your Love Maintenance? Come, come — sit with me for a moment. Let’s talk love… and the maintenance no one ever teaches us about. I was talking to my buddy John the other day, asking him why we lose connection with the people we love. And in classic John fashion, he gave me a whole list. A long one. Apparently he’d been thinking about it too. 😄 But it made me pause. Because think about this for a second… and yes, I’m about to compare love to a car, so just follow me — I promise it’ll make sense. When you get a new car, before you even drive it off the lot, the salesperson gives you a whole speech about maintenance: oil changes tire rotation tune-ups inspections what happens if you ignore it We smile, nod, and maybe even pretend we’ll do all the things… but let’s be honest — only about half of us actually stay on top of that maintenance. The rest? We skip appointments, push things off, hope for the best… and five y...

Forgiveness Sit with me for a minute — I’ve got something on my heart. There was a time someone gave me a book to read. It sat on my kitchen table for almost a year. Every time I walked past it, I’d think, not today. I knew deep down that when I finally opened it, it would change me — and it did. Looking back now, I think that year wasn’t procrastination — it was preparation. I wasn’t ready to face what that book would ask of me. See, forgiveness sounds simple when it’s a word on a page, but when you’ve been hurt, really hurt, it’s a mountain you don’t even want to climb. So I kept walking past that book — just like I used to hold on to grudges and memories I wasn’t ready to forgive. I thought holding on would keep me safe, but all it really did was keep me chained to the pain. The book was The Shack . And when I finally read it, it broke me down in all the best ways. It taught me that forgiveness isn’t about pretending it didn’t hurt. It’s about choosing peace over pain — ove...

Come, come sit with me. I want to take you down memory lane, all the way back to my mom’s second wedding. 🌹 Memory Lane — The Bride Who Just Knew I was in my early twenties when my mom got married again. She had known my step-dad since she was 17, but life took them in different directions — marriage, divorce, kids, responsibilities. More than twenty years passed before they found their way back to each other. The night before her wedding, she sat with me in her room, full of excitement. She wasn’t nervous — she was glowing. I didn’t understand it at the time, not fully. I saw the dress, the plans, the happiness… but I didn’t really grasp what was sitting underneath all of it. Looking back now, I see it so clearly. She knew. Deep in her heart, she knew he was her person. There was something magical about them together — like two puzzle pieces that had been separated for years, finally sliding back into place. No forcing. No guessing. Just… fit. When I think of my m...

Start Now 🌹 A gentle nudge toward courage and change Come—come sit with me for a minute. Do you hear that? You’re probably asking, hear what? That little voice that whispers, start… start now. I don’t know what you’re being nudged to begin, but the time is now. And I can almost hear you saying, Lisa, I can’t do it. But how will you ever know if you can—or can’t—if you never start? At some point in our lives we all feel those quiet nudges: take a dance class, start a business, book that trip you’ve been dreaming about. So why don’t we move when the whisper comes? Most of us are afraid of disappointment. But if you never try, how will you ever know what could have bloomed from that tiny whisper to begin ? I heard a quote the other day that’s been echoing in my mind: “What you are not changing, you are choosing.” And it stopped me. Because it’s true—every time we stay in the same place, w...

Come sit with me for a moment. My heart is full today — the kind of full that makes you pause and just breathe it in. I want to tell you a small story. When I started this blog, it was simply a place for me to talk about my love of books. Romance, laughter, hope — all those soft things I carry close. And I prayed — quietly — that maybe one person would find it. One person who would read my words and feel something familiar. But God… He didn’t just send one. He sent more. More than I ever imagined. And today, this little corner of the internet reached 1,000 views. I don’t have fancy words for this part. I just want to say: Thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for sitting with me in these moments. Thank you for letting my words meet your heart. I write from a place of love and caring. So if you're here reading even one line… thank you. Your presence here means more to me than you know. My heart is full. Truly. 🌹 softly, Lisa 🌹

Slow Love: The Lesson That Changed Me Come, come sit — let’s talk about love. Love. The universal word we all understand, even if we define it differently. Some of us whisper it. Some of us chase it. Some of us guard our hearts and pretend we don’t need it. But if we’re honest — truly honest — there was a time in our lives when we experienced a love that felt just right. A love that made our hearts open. A love that woke something up in us. A love that made us feel chosen, desired, seen, safe, and wanted. And sometimes… we wanted it so much that we ignored the red flags. Not because we were foolish. Not because we were naive. But because the red flags weren’t always there at the beginning. In the beginning, it was the attention. The excitement. The future promises spoken too soon — the “When we get married, we’ll…” kind of dreaming. It felt like passion. It felt like destiny. It felt like finally being chosen. But what I know now — with softer eyes and a wis...

Friends Who Are My People Come in, come in. Sit with me for a moment. Tea, wine, sparkling water — whatever you’re holding is perfect. Let’s talk about friendship. Not just the kind where you bump into each other once in a while and do the polite smile. I mean the good friendships. The ones where a simple “hey” text makes your whole chest warm. The ones that give you belly laughs in the middle of a store, in the socks aisle, with strangers looking over like, “What on earth could be that funny?” The ones you call when your heart feels heavy — because you know they will hold your tears without judgment. The ones who keep your secrets like they are protecting something sacred. Those friendships are not small. They are the quiet love stories we forget to talk about. I am one of the lucky ones. I have a small circle — not big, not loud — just mine. Friends who love me. Friends who see me. Friends who hold me up when I need it… and who hold me accountable ...

Before we begin — this isn’t a blog against divorce or marriage. It’s not about choosing sides or placing blame. This is simply a story about kindness — even when love changes shape. About what it means to protect your children’s hearts, even when your own is breaking. Not every love story lasts forever. Some marriages end. Some promises quietly fade. And sometimes, two people who once loved each other can no longer stay. But this isn’t a story about divorce itself. It’s about what comes after. It’s about the children who stand in the middle — quietly watching. And what they remember most. 💔 When My Parents Divorced I was fifteen when my parents divorced. I remember the sadness. The unknown. The shift in our family. But I also remember this: They didn’t badmouth each other in front of us. They didn’t make us choose sides. There were no whispered insults, no deliberate wounds. They didn’t stay friends — but they didn’t become enemies either. They didn’t sta...

Come sit with me for a moment. Not to fix anything. Not to rush through the day. Just… sit. Let’s talk about the storms we walk through in this life. Because we all have them. Every one of us. It doesn’t matter what your bank account says. It doesn’t matter how strong you look on the outside. It doesn’t matter how many smiles you use to hold yourself together. Storms don’t care about appearances. Some storms arrive quietly—like a heaviness you can’t explain. Some come crashing in—loud, impossible to ignore. Some stay for a season. Some pass quickly. But the real question isn’t why the storm came. The real question is: How do we walk through it? How do we stand in the middle of the wind and rain without losing ourselves? The Storm Does Not Stay One thing I’ve learned—sometimes the hard way—is that storms do not stay. Even the longest ones. Even the ones that break you open a little. Even the ones that make you wonder if you’ll ever feel like yourself again. Storms move....

As the year starts to turn toward winter, the world begins to speed up. The holidays come with lists and plans and expectations—meals to make, places to be, people to show up for, hearts to hold. And sometimes, before we even realize it, our days become about everyone else. But the soul does not move in a rush. The soul moves in quiet —in the in-between moments, in the soft spaces where no one is asking anything of us. So every Saturday night, I take myself back there. No salon. No appointment. No performance. Just a warm bowl of water, a soft towel, and a slow, simple pedicure I do myself. It’s not about how my nails look. It’s about how my spirit feels . This is the moment I reset . This is where I exhale the week out of my body. This is where everything I’ve been holding—loosens, softens, releases. When my feet first go into the warm water, I feel aahhh… relaxed and quiet . The noise drops away. My shoulders unlock. My breath settles. For a little while, the world ...