Happy 95th Birthday, Bert! Bert brightens my day with his exuberance. His smile is a dazzler. Bert lives alone in a cozy house. I love to visit. As a Type A gal, I enjoy doing little acts of kindness for him. I clean his home and wash his laundry and dance across the living room to his … Continue reading Top Five Life Tips at 95
She was one of my extra moms. Our daughters were buddies from kindergarten through high school. Our homes were interchangeable. It was easy to share children. I was speechless when I found out Lisa had cancer. It was one of those moments your mind is racing with an echoing, "WHY, WHY, WHY?" God and Lisa … Continue reading Lisa’s Life List
As I gaze at the cascading fields of golden corn stubble on this quiet, misty farm morning, I think about how life is fluid. You can remain in a space for a time...but you can’t grip the things you love and hold on to them forever. They move. We move. Life changes and God calls … Continue reading Success in 2020 ! A Checklist!
OK...I admit it. Today is my 63rd birthday. This morning I took one look at myself in the mirror and groaned. Truth be told, I was feeling a little sorry … Continue reading The Big Three At 63…or…Advice to the 63 Year Old ME
Three lessons today, God. Hmmm. OK. I think I got the message. I haven’t exactly been a stellar wife lately. As I’ve noted before, this Type A gal tends to be high on crabby and low on patience. God knows I need a lesson in gratitude. Lesson # 1 I saw John. He was a … Continue reading Grateful: An Island Story
“Interruption” is NOT the blog topic on my planning list this week. Matter of fact, the word “interruption” strikes fear in the heart of any Type A. After all, we have our plans, our lists ... and our expectations. We Type A’s know how things should roll out each day. We feel the weight of … Continue reading Interruption
I remember when we bought this place 100 years ago (ok, maybe 25). My husband and I were spellbound at the thought of owning 120 acres. I planted gardens before our house was built. I carried lilies and iris bulbs gifted to me by my master-gardener neighbor. They went in the ground by the old … Continue reading Fun Friday: The Grumpy Grateful Gardener
I’m messy. I’m tired. I’m grateful. I’m done. As I painted my daughter’s room, I started getting depressed. - Why am I covering up my kid’s life? - Just because clouds and glowing stars are scratched and marred, does that mean I have to clean it up? I sighed. Help me out, God. “Be grateful.” … Continue reading Pause to Paint: I’m done!