Jail House Conversion

The author, psychologist and theologian, John Bradshaw says that the first three steps of Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) restore order between me and God.  The second set of steps restore order within me, the third set of  steps restore order between me and my family and the final three steps restore…

The Miracle of Life

I like to read obituaries and month or so back, I read one about a man who served with the Navy during World War II as a doctor.  He was on the ship that treated soldiers who had been wounded on Omaha Beach during D-day. Very Impressive. Well, it…

Blessed by ‘the Village’

I became a mother on Mother’s day, twenty-seven years ago. My son came into this world at eight and one half pounds, twenty-one inches long.    Little did I know or understand the weight of a new life. But, from those early days, when I went to…

Aging

I have always wanted a VW Beetle convertible.  And, I’ve got a birthday, anniversary and Mother’s day all coming up together within a five day period.  (This is where I wish I had emoji’s.) I test drove one a few weeks ago.  The young…

Defining Life

Close to twenty years ago, a client called my husband’s office and wanted to set up an appointment for a Tuesday at ten a.m. to breed her mare.  I knew this client and I was pretty sure that we hadn’t seen her mare to prepare…

Can We Talk About Selfies?

I used to facilitate a creative/expressive writing class in the county jail.  Often I would give each inmate a story starter to get the creative juices flowing.  A story starter is usually just a sentence–any sentence.  Sometimes, I would flip open a book and randomly pick any…

Make my Dinner, Woman…

Happy Sunday! Photo Credit to my good friend, Joni and her mini donks, Harley and Mercy…

The Language of Recovery

Early in my first pregnancy,  it seemed that everyone was talking about babies.  And there were pregnant women everywhere…all of the sudden.  Or at least, that was my perception.  Pregnancy is scary and exciting.  There is so much joy involved that it spills over and people want to…

Obits…

“When you write my obituary…”  my husband hesitated, then began again, “If I die first, and you write my obituary, please just state the facts.” “Okay, why?”  I asked. I was sitting on the couch nursing that first cup of necessary coffee while…

Lenten Wanderings

I made a king cake for Fat Tuesday.  The brioche-like pastry can be filled with cream cheese or cinnamon and inside a small figurine of the infant Christ is hidden.  The idea for partakers of this sweet treat is to find Christ.  It is a wonderful symbol of the…