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✅ I’ve always jokingly referred to myself as a cracked pot ✅ Little did I know I’d be shattered ✅ For the past two years, I’ve dealt with the cold, cruel chaos of trauma. ✅ Some of you know...some of you don’t...My love of 40 years chose to walk away from our marriage . … Continue reading Cracked to Shattered…and Back Again
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 65! First...a question: ✅ Is there something missing in your … Continue reading Shattered Pot…Made New
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
Where in the world am I ? Dorothy - you’re not in Kansas anymore. Sirens are unceasing. Horns blast. Right now two men are arguing below my kitchen window...something about a parking space, which is as rare as gold in the dirty streets of this city block. I guess they figure it’s worth fighting … Continue reading Dorothy…You’re Not in Kansas Anymore
I love the lights in our village park. They represent many gifts of light. The flags shimmer in the light. I’m grateful for our country. The veteran’s statue reflects the light. Thank you, veterans. These lights remind me of all the Village caretakers who light our way Thanks, buddies. A nativity scene shimmers in the … Continue reading Shine Bright!
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 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!
I wish I was more like my mom. My mom is quiet and measured. I’m loud and impulsive. My mom is skillful and precise. I’m sloppy and haphazard. My mom finishes things well. I slap-dash through and end up with imperfect projects. My motto: It may not be done right...but its done. My mom’s … Continue reading The Good Stuff: My Mom
My Aunt Betty had the tallest swing I’d ever seen in my life. Of course, when I first saw her swing, my life had not been lived more than five years. My swing experience was limited.The swing’s tall iron frame loomed high above Uncle Fred’s garage. I can still see the thick oval chain links … Continue reading Swing
Confessions of a Type A Woman 