Today I'm giving thanks for the many blessings in my life. And for all of you, who keep me company here. May this day be one of joy and thanksgiving for you and yours. . . .
I’m giving thanks
Discover (or rediscover) the healing power of honest conversation
Each of us goes through challenging periods in our lives, times of struggle and pain. If we're lucky, we count one or two trusted comrades among our friends. Folks who are able to see us and hear us --because the truth is that we all need to be seen and heard, especially in times of trouble. And in . . .
How we are coping, for better or for worse
I'd love to jump into this car and take a spin back to the past, when life seemed less complicated. Was it better? Maybe not.I just know it was less complicated. Coping wasn't such a chore. Today our group of blogging Baby Boomers remind us all that life goes on no matter what else is happening in . . .
The frustration of talking with those who cannot see
There's a lot of willful ignorance out there. I say "willful" because sometime I sit in disbelief of how people I thought were discerning can hold such dissonant views. When Christianity isn't This one is a big hot button for me because Christ was very, very clear about his expectations of his . . .
How they shoulda, coulda, woulda
One of my friends lives in a state of constant regret. Shoulda, coulda, woulda. I can see how it happened: Traumatized at an early age by a dominant, unreasonable and abusive father, this sensitive soul built protective walls. The walls weren't strong enough and didn't keep them safe. But what . . .
Dreams die hard
Walking down the hall in my temporary hotel quarters in my hometown, a discarded star on the carpet caught the light and my attention. It's been there for at least several weeks, resisting suitcase wheels, footfalls, vacuuming. Every day I'd notice it as I went to my rooms. As I write, it's still . . .
Why you can’t touch this
The audio in my car is always on, and on LOUD. I've been dancing (and car-dancing) my way through my time in my hometown, preparing for closing on our new second home (which already should have occurred as you read this). "Of course you are!" you might say. "You've got a loving husband, two . . .
Walking the sacred path with friends who stick like glue
This is for Michael, Gregory, Bonnie, Michele, Scott, bestie Lee, Maui girls Susan and Alice, Cheri, Joanne, MaryLou and for my beloved Marilyn, who is now on the other side but still always present. I live a life of the mind and the heart. It is not for everyone. Sometimes it's a challenge even . . .
I am not writing about you. Or I am.
“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.” Every writer I know loves this quote from writer Annie LaMott. We do own our experiences and we absolutely write about them, at least in my genre, which is . . .
How the threat of fascism was the root of one man’s personal, political statement
What kind of world do we want to leave our children and grandchildren? And how do we communicate our values to them? What are we teaching our children when there are people in our (and their) sphere that do not reflect our values? Values. They're the crux of today's politics. I wonder how so . . .
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