My best friend lives far away. And although we talk to each other several times a week, both of us feel the pain of not being able to sit across the table from each other sipping a cup of Joe while discuss the day. We often sigh and dream aloud, "What if we lived in …
The Bewitching Hour
The bewitching hour, I strongly suspect, occurs between 3:00 and 4:00 am because that’s when I’m waking up with all kinds of oddities on my mind. Art by Elya Moline Sleep falls gently, tucking expectations snugly under chin…until the early morning hours when, I am convinced, the creative fairies spring wide-awake. During these 3 o'clock risings, phrases …
Keepers of our Souls
You craft your words to heal our pain Then stir our hearts to live again Through prose, our wings of soul take flight Yet circle back on truth alight Oh keepers of our souls I know That one day in your league I'll go To steady hearts from fear and shame Then faith release to give …
The Power of the Little White Stool: Perspective
Have you ever tried to search for something on a top shelf when you were too short to reach up that far?        You cannot grasp what you need, let alone see, so you fumble around wishing your fingers had eyeballs.        I keep a little white stool alongside my refrigerator for times like these.        Unfolded …
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My One Year Blogging Anniversary
I awoke in my enchanting Carmel-by-the-Sea hotel room, looked out the window, and thought, "I think today is my one year blogging anniversary."   Excited to see whether this inkling was true, I quickly powered up my computer and looked in the archive for my first post. "UNBELIEVABLE," rolled over my brain and out through …
Moving Day Mourning
Tomorrow is moving day. I will drive our truck down to Santa Monica and help my son, Josiah, move the last of his possessions into storage.  He had to sell or give away his furniture because our home and shed are full. Yet, neither he nor I could bear to part with the oak dresser his Uncle Steve made for him before he …
Grandma’s gone global
I never thought my mother would take my advice and start her own blog, but she did...with a little help of course. Here is her new site. Stop by "From a Grandma's Heart" and say hi.Â
Greatness
"I do not think all great men and women set out to be great. Nor did greatness befall them as they followed destiny’s call. No, they carved greatness out of the rock of life one chiseling choice at a time." This is an excerpt from a recent post on my ed tech site, http://jodeelunainnovations.com. You can …
Affirmations
Quests are journeys we want to win but never want to end. Turning the last page of an adventure novel pains the heart. Our life is the greatest quest of all, and the quest of a writer never ends. Challenges make an adventure exciting, and a writer's quest certainly fills with obstacles one must overcome. This morning …
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