Confession: I ate a piece of cake. It was delicious. It made my mouth so happy; I ate a second piece of cake. I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t need the additional slice to give me sustenance or tie me over till my next meal. I desired the taste, and
I remember when we first moved to the small town of Ontario from Salt Lake City. The kids and I arrived first because school was starting. My Pastor husband didn’t start his new job for at least a month, so every weekend we would head back to SLC. Tim
Have you ever seen the movie “The Money Pit?” It’s a 1986 comedy starring Tom Hanks and Shelley Long. They buy a large old home with the belief that they can make it spectacular. Everything that could go wrong does go wrong! The stairs collapse, the tub falls through
Have you ever chatted with someone and felt as if they were using a totally different language, even though you know you are both speaking English? I felt that way when I first started texting. I wondered: What are these weird letter combinations? Why isn’t the person texting me writing
How often in life do you experience something that exceeds your expectations? I have lots of examples of events or purchases that were wonderful, but didn’t exceed my expectations. I’ve planned and hoped for holidays and vacations; I’ve enjoyed them immensely. None of them pop to mind when I dwell
When our children were small I was in charge of adventures. We took adventures to the zoo and the park and the mall. Being the Adventure Administrator also meant that I did most of our vacation planning and preparation. We had a tent trailer that we took out every
I haven’t been writing much lately. I admit that life threw me some curveballs and I didn’t do well with catching them, hitting them or even sloppily juggling them. I dropped balls left and right as I scrambled to emotionally handle what was. In July, my mother-in-law began
It started on Halloween; now it’s Christmas music until January. I don’t hate it. Growing up, the rule was no Christmas music until after Thanksgiving. I’ve fudged that rule several times over my life for a day here and there. Basically, I follow the rule that my father laid down
I kept telling myself I was doing something I loved to do. It just didn’t feel like it anymore. I tried to psych myself up by reminding my mind and heart of all the positives I got to enjoy: I loved the opportunity to be creative, I loved who I
I found myself in a conversation last week that made me feel uncomfortable. The other person wasn’t attacking me or saying anything exceptionally crude; I felt an unsettling attitude behind the words being spoken. I sensed defensiveness, some anger and a lot of “I want to be right.” I didn’t
