Each week I tell a brief story about something I found amusing, touching, or meaningful. My intent is not to blather on about all things “me,†but to prompt others to think about the best part of their day. Gratitude is important, and focusing on what is right/great/exciting rather than what is wrong/bad/irritating spirals us ever upwards into a better… Read More
Mudda Nature Is Laughing
Muttering as I attempted to put the grass catcher on the back of our riding lawnmower, I realized time takes its toll on everything. Over the years my husband has “fixed†parts of the grass catcher, and although well meaning, his efforts make taking the thing on and off… troublesome. There are now cats-in-the-cradle type bungee cord webs holding the… Read More
Lyrics To Hold Close
I was splashing around in the vast and seemingly endless sea of social media and came across this set of lyrics by a man named John Gorka. The original post was made by Barney Davey under career success. See if Mr. Gorka’s words do not uplift and resonate: Morningside From the album: Company You Keep Am I a fool at this… Read More
Bed-der Days
“Where have you been? I was worried!â€Â My husband, usually a calm and steady rock of a man, entered my car, omitted the kiss and greeting, and flung those words at me like tiny Ninja knives. His angst took me aback, and I pondered my response accordingly. This past Sunday he sang in the choir at both church services. Fearing… Read More
The Creative Within
Sometimes I feel like I’m waiting to be born. Floating in an amniotic dream, I’m healthy and happy and yet, I want to arrive! As time ushers me from phase to phase of my life—childhood, teenager, adult, wife (twice), motherhood (twice), middle-aged student—I find my womanly maturity needs ever-increasing creative expression. There are days I feel as though I’m spinning,… Read More
The Woodpile
I love the smell of a wood fire on a cool night. Maybe it’s because my childhood home was heated with wood that I appreciate what it takes to go from standing tree to fragrant warmth. It was part of the seasonal farm routine to take the tractor and wagon, bump along a narrow logging road, and cut and load… Read More
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