A New Chapter: Life as Me

“There’s a grace when the heart is under fire Another way when the walls are closing in And when I look at the space between Where I used to be and this reckoning I know I will never be alone” ~From Another in the Fire by Hillsong~ Ten years ago, I wanted it to be over with. The divorce. I had two months to go for it to be final, and a number of years before I truly felt peace.Read more

Requesting Answers

wack·a·doo·dle /ˈwakəˌdo͞odl/ noun: wackadoodle 1. an eccentric or fanatical person. I was chatting back and forth with a peer last week, someone with an even crazier sense of humor than yours truly. We have had several silly “interesting” conversations over the years. Extremely interesting. (And not inappropriate, I might add.) Simply weird and crazy senses of humor coming together in an email string or over the phone. On this occasion, I was called a wackadoodle, the crazy eccentric person thatRead more

Sober Silence

“Facebook and Twitter badgering isn’t going to serve us well today. Too much cheerleading on one side or the other and not enough sober silence.” ~Anonymous~ The quote is a telltale sign of our current social media climate. Of human relationships that are not purposefully silent or kind. It feels the norm of late, rather than the exception. Anger. Badgering. Disrespect. Name-calling. On media outlets that started as places for people to “connect,” make friends, share photos and laughs. And,Read more

With Open Wings

As I sit on a cloudy afternoon, listening to a feline snore, I think of the past few days and the people I truly adore. I feel the love of family and friends and the season of His birth. The hugs, the smiles and hopeful wishes for peace on this great, colorful earth. Surrounded by a gentle spirit and the gift of open wings, the knowing glance of an expectant child while the church emphatically sings. Never mind the giftsRead more

Faithfully Home

  I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7 Mom found her way home last Friday, February 15, 2019. Home to her family of 15, home to her husband Evan, and home to her Savior, Jesus Christ. It was time for the dementia to take a hike and for Pauline to feel freedom from her physical restraints. Mom went peacefully in her sleep, a blessing that most of us desire whenRead more

A Cherished Memory of Sue

I always struggle with choosing a personal item for the annual Cherished Blogfest. I tend to feel that “items” are never more important than the people in my life, never holding a value high enough to call it cherished. Except this year is different. A good friend of mine passed away in September from cancer. She battled this horrible disease for a year with unstoppable courage, daily prayer and a beautiful smile on her face. And she left the legacy ofRead more

A Letter to Humanity

Dear Humanity, This is not what our Gods, our spiritual being, our conscience have taught us. We were not born this way. To hate. To espouse bigotry. To injure and maim. To kill and start wars. To pound our fists on the table. We have done this to ourselves and to others. We have not learned to truly love our sisters and brothers, our mothers and fathers, our friends and relatives. And those we see as different. We don’t acceptRead more

One-Liner Wednesday: Beer

“I need a beer more than I need pomp and circumstance.” I’m not much of a drinker. But I like to talk a good story. Last week was crazy busy…and my boss wasn’t even around. By Friday, I felt good about what I had accomplished; however, the stress of it all had my shoulders pinned to both ears. Facebook friends noted that I required a foam roller and a beer. The foam roller and I had a date Friday evening,Read more

Imperfect Relationship

“When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are.”   ~Donald Miller~ Mom likes me. Her mind has accepted me as her sister or her friend or the nice lady that comes to visit and holds her hand. When I was younger, prior to the care of mom and dad as they lost their independence, mom had a critical side. She always felt the need to tell others what was wrong, rather than whatRead more

What if?

I see the smiles of familiar faces on Sunday morning, I feel their hugs and I ask… Why do we wait for an hour on Sunday to show kindness and love? What if we hugged our neighbors and strangers and those in pain instead of pushing them away? What if we said a cheery “hello” to everyone we met instead of a passing nod and mumbled “harumpfff?” What if we live to serve others rather than serving our own vestedRead more

Snapshot: I Don’t Want to Grow Up

Discover Challenge: Get inspired by Andrea Jarrell’s post “A Roar for the Ages,” and tell a broad story using a series of short, focused scenes. The Shower I remember the day clearly, walking home from eighth grade with a girlfriend. We were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, next to an apple tree, near where a former house had been replaced by a gas station. Vehicles buzzed past, maneuvering a curve, then disappearing. We were on the verge of ninth grade, highRead more

Let it Be

Mom speaks words of wisdom and she doesn’t know it. It’s wisdom for her daughter. To let it be. I’ve been reticent to write about mom for several weeks. Her dementia has been in a darker place of late, filled with anxiety and worry and sadness. It was only this past Thursday, when I paid a special visit to the woman who still clutches the ratty black sweater, that she seemed in a better place. Mom appeared more alert thanRead more