by jeanbriese | Dec 21, 2018 | Creating Happiness, Family Reflection- Part 2, General, inspiration, inspire, Personal Growth, Success, Successful Women, Transform, Women
Chaos It’s six p.m. on baking day. There are sprinkles, sugar, crushed peppermint, flour, and chocolate chips on every counter and on the floors. All available counter space is covered with ingredients, cookies cooling on racks, cookie sheets, wax paper, and kitchen... by jeanbriese | Sep 18, 2012 | Family Reflection- Part 2, General, Great Help, Memoir, Reflections Of A Catholic Woman
Hurricane Katrina was the deadliest and most destructive Atlantic hurricane of the 2005 Atlantic hurricane season. It was the costliest natural disaster, as well as one of the five deadliest hurricanes in the history of the United States. In February 2007, 18 months... by jeanbriese | Feb 26, 2012 | Family Reflection- Part 2, General, Great Help, Reflections Of A Catholic Woman
When Allison was a toddler, we used to hold her up to the wall where all our family photos were displayed and play “Who’s that?” You have probably played this with your own kids. “Who’s that?” we would ask. “Grampa Briese,” Allison would reply. This was a way for... by jeanbriese | Feb 12, 2012 | Family Reflection- Part 2, General, Great Help, Reflections Of A Catholic Woman
I had a doozie of a secret I was keeping from my husband. I am not sure really how it started; an oversight perhaps, a simple mistake, maybe I genuinely needed help (gasp). But once this simple little error was born, I conceived in my mind that it was something I... by jeanbriese | Jan 28, 2012 | Family Reflection- Part 2, General, Great Help, Reflections Of A Catholic Woman
One Sunday morning after Mass, I was having a conversation with the priest, and somehow the subject turned to community. “You do not have community here,” he stated. I asked him why he felt that way and he replied, “People are here for Mass and they put on their... by jeanbriese | Dec 1, 2011 | General, Great Help, Reflections Of A Catholic Woman
He was just eight years old the first time he was incarcerated. A baby really, a sweet innocent boy whose worst crime was being born to parents who couldn’t figure out their own lives. A typical youngest child, he was the family clown. Always sporting a bright...