We once received a phone call from someone my husband and I knew a long time ago and our then teen-age daughter answered the phone. The person on the other end of the line seemed to know an awful lot about her, in her perception, and she informed us she
We are in the season of Lent. Often, Christians give something up during the season of Lent to enable them to better grasp how Christ suffered when He died. For Lent this year, I gave up electronic games. I have a series of games that I like to pass the
It’s raining today. There’s no big storm, the rain isn’t pounding against my window; it’s just a grey day. Most of us would classify this day as dreary, gloomy and/or a little depressing. We long for the sun; we ache for blue skies and radiating warmth. I have a friend
Yesterday was a play day. My little buddy Bobby came over. Bobby is 2, with a quick smile that lights up his face, tons of energy, and an easy-going attitude. When Bobby comes to my house, he makes soup. Soup is evidently a very difficult thing to create. It takes
I just need to say it out loud. I want a cookie. I don’t need a cookie. I’m not hungry. I’ve already had two cookies. I still want another cookie, and probably another cookie, and probably another. I am aware that this is not a healthy choice. If I was
Have you ever listened to a song, and it just resonates somehow with you? I’ve recently become enamored with a song by Steven Curtis Chapman from his latest project, Glorious Unfolding. I am partially drawn to this song because it tells a story and I’m a “story girl.” The music
I am addicted to Ugly Betty. Yes, I admitted that. It’s true. Several years ago, I watched the whole series, episode after episode. I’m repeating my Ugly habit. I identify with Betty. No, I don’t have braces and I don’t ever wear a poncho. I can’t make empanadas, and I
I went to Brogan today. Never been there? I’ve now been there, and I’m not sure I’ve been there! It’s a quick little stop in the road, with a strong emphasis on ‘QUICK!’ I had an appointment with a friend in Brogan, and, basically, I couldn’t find her house. Brogan
I’ve recently had one of those experiences that left me feeling inadequate. It probably shouldn’t have left me feeling that way, but I let my impressions of others, and what I thought they might think of me take center stage. My emotion wasn’t based on reality, just a perception that
My daughter is getting married. I’ve said the phrase, I’ve thought the phrase, I LIVE with the phrase since my days are filled with lists of wedding things to do. But typing the phrase, letting the phrase truly sink in, is a different story. When my sweet girl was a