September 26, 2019

  It seems most women, married or unmarried, either pursue a career these days or split their time in between being homemakers and a career women. Then there are the full-time homemakers and moms, who, though they’ve dwindled in numbers, do still exist. One method of living is not better, more right, or more wrong than the other method. What works for one family may not work for the other, and flexibility, especially when it comes to the home, is… Read more

September 19, 2019

  The Bible says all creation groans, and I hear it.  I hear it in the trees that struggle to survive, in wilting flowers, in strawberries that never get ripe enough to enjoy. I hear it in the wild, destructive tornadoes. I hear it in the floods, in sickness, in human responses to evil committed against another, but especially against innocent children. It’s a rough world we live in. Much has gone awry. Creation does indeed groan, and we, being… Read more

September 12, 2019

Ask any Christian what the most difficult part of his or her faith is, and that Christian will likely say “Prayer.” This Christian concurs. It feels more productive and important to be doing … something … anything with my hands. Besides cleaning toilets, literally any task seems more worthwhile than having what feels like a one-sided conversation. What I forget is that prayer is not a one-sided conversation (unless I make it so). I forget that, in prayer, I’m conversing… Read more

May 10, 2019

As a Colorado resident, I’m concerned about my grandchild’s safety at school. Weeks ago, his school was shut down until authorities could catch a crazed woman who flew from Florida to Way-To-Close-To-Home to attempt a Columbine repeat (she ended up killing herself). Then a few days ago, two shooters succeeded in shooting up school children, also Way-To-Close-To-Home, killing one, wounding several others. Yesterday, I watched one of the shooters in court. With hair hanging past said shooter’s eyes, it was… Read more

December 31, 2018

  Remember my 2018 Reading Challenge? The goal was to read 100 books in 2018. I ended up reading 53. But I don’t hang my head in shame, because I usually read about 15-20 in a year. The point was not necessarily to read 100, but to push myself, and I did that – and benefited from it. My house did not. But I did. I’m doing it again this year, and if you’d like to join me, email me… Read more

November 13, 2018

  Time heals all wounds. That’s what they say, whoever “they” are. I think time partially heals all wounds, or at least some wounds. Deaths in the family, for instance. Does one ever fully heal from the wound of losing someone who’s always been there? If the lost one was loved in the truest sense, I think not. The memory of those we love is precious and our loss leaves an oozing, gaping wound at worst. A deep ache at… Read more

November 7, 2018

  I apologize for being so quiet lately. A few days after I wrote about my Great Aunt Florencee, she died in a car accident. I continued to write through that news, my mourning, and helping Mom through her mourning, even though I was distracted. Six weeks after Florencee’s death, my Aunt Virginia died suddenly from a heart attack. Maybe two unexpected, shocking deaths so close together has discouraged me from sitting down at the computer and knocking out highly… Read more

October 18, 2018

Every morning, Shaun and I wake up, let the dogs out, and eat breakfast together. Three or four days a week, it’s a fairly long breakfast. Not because there’s so much food, but because the company is exquisite, and if I must whip up a tuna sandwich for lunch instead of a big, thick roast because we talked too long, so be it. We’d rather have each other than a feast. Eat to live, not live to eat. That’s been… Read more

October 16, 2018

  Melania Trump said last week that she is the most bullied person in the world. She then corrected herself to say she was one of the most bullied people in the world. I suppose the accuracy of that statement could be determined by how one defines bullying, but I believe her point wasn’t so much that she’s one of the most bullied, as it was that she isn’t being treated with kindness. I would agree. Many hurtful comments have… Read more

October 4, 2018

  One of my first expressions of anger that I can recall was when I was quite small. Three or four years old, perhaps. My brothers and I, and possibly a few cousins, were all playing together. There was a bunk bed, which I think were my brothers’, and we were all having good, innocent enough fun … until someone threw me off the top bunk. I either truly sprained my leg or rallied and won a copious amount of… Read more

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