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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
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
A wise person told me we won’t have much to give if we don’t fill up every once in a while. This is a story of filling. I wasn’t dressed for a snowy walk. I headed to the post office in leaky rubber clogs and an old tattered sweatshirt. No gloves. I grabbed my … Continue reading Fill ‘er Up.
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
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
God had me in mind when I stumbled onto the message. Pastor talked about getting stuck in our painful places of grief, regret, disappointment, hurt, rejection, and loss. He said God did not create us to get stuck. -Raise your hand if you’ve ever been a prisoner to pain. (My hand is up.) Let me … Continue reading Get out of the Graveyard!
Confessions of a Type A Woman 