I took a small break and a deep breath as I looked at the mall map, searching for that circled star that would clarify my location, but I was lost. I had walked in circles, looking for the one store that was the purpose of my trip. Somehow, I had become twisted and distracted, and before realizing it, my quick stop at the mall ticked toward a second hour. Nagging questions swirled in my mind: “Had the store moved? … Continue reading →
Little did I know I was living a yellow-pen life. “Aww, these are nice.” One daughter had gifted me my favorite journaling pens, and my oldest presented a full set of eight Bible marking pens. I held up a yellow one from each set and said, “Interesting.” They both knew I enjoyed a lot of color in my life, and, quite honestly, yellow is one of my favorites. But, yellow pens? It only took one trial run to realize … Continue reading →
I’m sure my grandmother thought she smelled delightful; I did not. My opinion never stopped her from spritzing it on with abandon…
Continue reading →I stepped outside my comfort zone, stepped into a Soul Dancing class, and discovered that wallflowers can dance. Twice each week, I showed up in comfy shoes and a big smile, along with twenty-five to thirty other folks with varying levels of dancing ability. I’ve never thought I had natural rhythm, and I have had few opportunities to prove it. It was all I could manage to keep my right and left straight while counting continuously. I laughed a … Continue reading →
Ready or not, January is here, and often we want a new you for the New Year. …
Continue reading →“And she will have a son, and you are to name him Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins” (Matthew 1:21 NLT). …
Continue reading →I started that annual practice before they were even old enough to write well. …
Continue reading →Apparently, the reading glasses on the end of my nose, my ear buds, a stack of printed pages on my tray table, and an uncapped marker in my right hand, were not strong enough social cues for Nina to get the message: I am not a friendly flyer. …
Continue reading →I headed toward the kitchen to check out my mother’s exclamation. She thrusted the saltshaker toward me with a scowl. The tall glass container was half-filled with salt, but as I twirled it, five or six large pepper flakes appeared. …
Continue reading →Wet wood does not a fierce fire make. …
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