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 …
Lingering in Adolescence
Last night I visited the blog of a dear online friend, Cheryl Smith. We met quite serendipitously through The High Calling Blogs website. She a Welcome Editor and me a wide-eyed new blogger, our paths seemed eerily similar and so the kindred heart exchanges began. She, too, was a former ministry wife who lost her …
The Answer
I'm signed up for a working writers' conference this weekend in which I'm suppose to bring a fresh idea for a book. The objective is to storyboard the concept and craft a book proposal. Days pass and here I sit with a bushel of half-finished projects. I cannot justify starting another one. My best friend insists …
Safe arrival…music to my ears!
There is a deadness that sinks into your soul and burrows ever deeper as it goes. You call his number, but to no avail. "No service available."    He's gone...flying far away through amber skies. You weep. A mother's heart is broken.     I scribbled these thoughts on a sticky note after trying to return my son's phone …
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 …
Rose-colored walls
There is something so irresistible about waking up in an old-fashioned, quaint hotel by the sea (no offense intended hubby). Rose-colored walls, white shudders, and a mermaid carved headboard resonate with "my time." How lovely to have reached this moment in my life when such a blessing is possible. *Gift back to my empty self …
Change, that necessary monster of soul
"Winds of time, winds of change."    I never liked change—oh ruthless fiend tearing at my heart—but change doesn't mind me. He keeps coming back for more. Moving my son, yesterday, tore out a large chunk.    Maybe my aversion to change results from a tendency towards hopeless sentimentality. I move through life in emotional slow motion, reminiscing days …
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
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