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Gardens settle my heart. When I was forced to move, my wise friend and sister told me, “Laurie you need a place to dig in the dirt.” And so began my therapy. It was a hard deadline. Two barns, a garage, a basement, fifteen rooms, forty-plus years of life had to be vacated . … Continue reading Healing Garden
✅ Worried? ✅ Worn out? ✅ Write it down! Write is number six on my Top Ten List for Coping. I write a lot. In 1963 when I was 7, my Grandad handed me a little General Electric notebook. It was a tiny, bound datebook, an early advertising give-away. To me...it was a treasure. I … Continue reading Top Ten Tips on Coping! #6 Write!
I’ve got pretty good vision, but I’ve been having trouble seeing lately. There’s a drape of confusion and pain covering stuff around me and, I have to admit, it’s hard for me to see beyond my loss. God’s patient with me, though. He’ll help me figure it out. God will help you figure … Continue reading Looking Beyond Loss
I will not lose my song. At 65 I can’t remember where I left my keys, but I can remember every word of a Broadway showtune. Since I was little, I loved to sing. I believe singing is a God gift. God gave me a little body and a big mouth - What can I … Continue reading I Will Not Lose My Song
(****This is the second post in my series on How to Cope with Tough Times****) I’m not a dancer but I love to dance. Most of my movements are deemed goofy by my kids. As a matter of fact, for about 20 years, while they were home, I relegated dancing to the basement. … Continue reading When in Doubt…Dance
I’ve always been a performer, but not a cheerleader. I was a short little nerdy girl in high school so I gravitated to the stage...not the cheer squad. . I guess I’m a cheerleader at heart, however. Years ago, when I created my one-woman show, “Confessions of a Type A Lady,” I incorporated a … Continue reading Cheering You On
Two things come in waves: ✅ Grief ✅ Healing I often walk the waves. Maybe it’s because of the grief. Life literally pulled the rug out from under my feet. I’ve lost my dream and it will not be coming back. Grief is inevitable. So...I walk. The cold stinging wash wakes me up. The motion … Continue reading Grief and Healing Come in Waves
Even the hard times are not wasted. I’m learning about farming. As I noted in my last article, corn becomes useful when leaves are dried out and heads are bowed. We can be useful when our heads are bowed, too. Today I survey more fall fields. Harvesters still rumble . Fields of husks, stubble and … Continue reading The Remains
I’ve love watching the corn. Corn grew steady and tall, like soldiers guarding country roads. The beautiful green stalks could be a hideout. Once, I climbed in. Nestled there in the whispering row, I found peace. I loved the corn and the tall shelter it provided. But now, it’s harvest time. The harvesters … Continue reading Heads Bowed…Harvest Time
I almost didn’t go. After all, why waste the gas? Besides....I’m sick of crying. Who goes to a cemetery on Labor Day, for goodness sake? I’ll admit I was feeling down. I’ve lost some good friends lately. I was alone at home on a family weekend and life seemed...well, unfair. I made myself go. It’s … Continue reading Well Done, Good and Faithful Servant
Confessions of a Type A Woman 