Sorry I’ve missed you the past few weeks. I’ve been absorbed in salvaging. Webster defines salvaging as: The act of saving something extracted (as from rubbish) as valuable or useful. It seems I’ve been doing a lot of salvaging in the last two years. I’ve relied on God to help me find good stuff … Continue reading Salvaging Life
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
Sometimes I watch mindless comedies. I laugh loud and hard at the jokes. Good thing I’m alone. My guffaws fill the room. “Laugh” is number seven on my Top Ten Tips for Coping. Please embrace laughter in your day. My daughter buddies are quick to laugh. Silliness can saturate their room. Their giggles are … Continue reading Feeling Low? Laugh!
✅ 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 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