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I thought about texting Laura when I was ten minutes out. Laura would be waiting, perhaps on the white porch above the creek or maybe in her little library… or probably in her tiny kitchen next to the pale turquoise cast iron cookstove. I was on a trek across the country, but I wanted … Continue reading Finding Laura
There’s 52 years difference. That doesn’t matter. We’re a team. We’re singing buddies. Well folks, I’m singing and dancing again. I’ve joined a beautiful cast of performers in Godspell. Our ages range from 15 years to 68. Would you like to guess who’s 68? Godspell is not only a beautiful story of redemption and love, … Continue reading Oldster Belts Songs or…Life is a Stage, You’d Better Get Your Act Together
I want to thank whoever plopped the dried out potted geranium next to the trash can, I drove by, backed up, and placed it in my trunk. Gosh! I think I can save this flower! When I finally got home later that day, I pulled my treasured pot from it’s hiding place next to the … Continue reading Junkyard Geranium
I followed the back roads to get home. I drove past long-forgotten places. They sagged with history and, sometimes, poverty. The highway would’ve been faster, but I like the back roads. They hold secret treasures. Bumpus Mills was an unlikely town hidden on a hillside. I passed a mechanics garage and Bumpus Mills Baptist Church. … Continue reading The Back Roads
- Have you taken a road trip lately? My life seems to be one big road trip these days. I’ve been in trains, planes and cars. I just rumbled back down the road after a three-day car trip and two weeks far away. - What a whirlwind! I’ve been north of New York and south … Continue reading Road Trips
It’s harvest time. Nope. I’m not a farmer. In a lot of ways, however, I’m experiencing harvest. I’m getting uprooted. I’m moving around. If it was up to me, I’d stay in the soil I started in. Familiar soil is predictable. Familiar soil is comfortable. Life can churn up familiar soil. Hard things happen. Plans … Continue reading Lord of the Harvest
Sometimes you just have to take a risk. When your loved one leaves you after 40 years, you’re alone. That, in and of itself, is a risk. I’m an old woman but I refuse to succumb to fear. I won’t be robbed of adventure. I won’t be discouraged. Camping alone is a little risky. Beautiful … Continue reading Risks and Rewards and Renewal
I’ve been on the move. I need to settle down. I need to talk about sitting in sorrow. There’s a lot to be said for sitting and observing what’s going on around you, even in tough times. Of course, no one wants to be in an uncomfortable place very long. We want to get away … Continue reading Settle Down
Slowing down a minute to drop this note. In the future I’ll be sharing more about how this Type A “cracked pot” became shattered, but...for today... I want to let you know how I have the power to become new...even at the old age of 66! First...a question: ✅ Is there something missing in your … Continue reading Shattered Pot…Made New
I sat in the sun today. There. I admit it. I walked the path in the windy, sunlit afternoon. Down the path, over the curve, the sun dazzled me. It kissed my cheeks and warmed my neck. That’s why I just sat right down… and stayed there. There was a convenient bed of … Continue reading Most Thankful
Confessions of a Type A Woman 