Do you remember your “Young Days” when it seemed everything was about love? I don’t remember covering my math notebook or my English notebook (nor any notebook for that matter!) with my latest flames’ name. I do remember writing my enamoured’s name INSIDE the notebook, all over some random page.
This is the yoga “tree pose.” I’m not sure why it’s called a tree. I would think a tree pose would have both feet firmly rooted to the qround. In reality, this pose looks like it should be called the flamingo pose. Trees are supposed to be strong and stable;
I am currently working a contest in my home-based jewelry business with Premier Designs Jewelry. I am on the final stretch of a 6-month challenge and I am working to achieve half of the new jewelry line (that comes out in July) for free! I hit a point the other
Confession time: I love to shop. It’s not the actual purchasing that excites me; I get a thrill just checking out new (or new-to-me) stuff. It can be any type of item I’m browsing that brings delight : clothes, shoes, material, paper, dishes, knick-knacks, towels, furniture… my list is fairly
An older gentleman I’ve know for 20 years passed away last week. It surprised me because I wasn’t aware of the health problems he had been experiencing. My husband, son and I made the 6 hour drive to attend his memorial service and express our support for his precious family.
My husband recently refinished an old commode cabinet for me. He sanded it down, had the drawers fixed and stabilized, put in a new bottom, then painted it and added new hardware. It now sits in my newly re-decorated front room, adding personality, charm and color. As a bonus it
Have you ever lost something and then spent an inordinate amount of time trying to find that item? Car keys come to mind first, my dog second, and my shoes third. Those who know me well might wonder why I would ever need to search for shoes, when I can
I am headed into one of those weeks that just looks and feels TOO busy. I’m sure I’ve managed weeks like this before, but last night, and this morning, as I look ahead, I feel overwhelmed. The cloudy sky out my window reflects my mood. The wind seems to imitate
As I sit in my chair, glancing out my window at tulips longing to open, I am caught by the idea that I also am waiting. I am waiting for “the perfect life.” My heart lonqs for it, my prayers beg God for it, my daily activities all attempt to
For the last couple of days I’ve been processing Psalm 18. I admit I have a bit of disconnect with this Psalm. I am not a ruler, I don’t have evil people chasing me, no one is trying to kill me, I’ve never been to war or been in battle