More than a number

It was past midnight and the freshman dorm was quiet. I could hear the faint snoring of my roommate in the bunk bed above.  I was wide awake.  I hadn’t eaten for three days and my stomach was growling. I reached for my wallet on the bedside table and extracted a few singles. There was... Continue Reading →

The Final Rose – A Letter to Me from Me

Depressed?  Anxious?   Fearful?   In need of wisdom or discernment?  Struggling with a relationship? A job?  A diagnosis? The Bible App has reading plans to address whatever you're going through. I just started a 7-day plan entitled "The End of Me" by Kyle Idleman - based on his book of the same title.   On day 1... Continue Reading →

A Game that is More than a Game

When I was 10 we moved to Florida.  My father, newly retired, was in charge of carpooling - and when Dad was at the wheel you knew we were going to stop at Dairy Queen for swirrly ice cream cones dipped in chocolate. But better than even chocolate dipped cones was the fact that after... Continue Reading →

The Day I Met Madeleine L’Engle

"Flare" This word was idly tossed my way by a writing teacher whose name I have forgotten.  He was referring to a poem I had written - the subject of which I have also forgotten. But I internalized this casual observation.  I wasn't exactly sure what "flare" meant, but I took it as high praise.... Continue Reading →

Attractive

My mother was fond of saying, "That Betty (or Sally or Suzy) is SO attractive." That meant Betty was pretty and thin.  Most of all it meant she was pretty and it left me wondering (short, tubby me with pigtails),  Was I attractive?   Mom had a habit of giving you a once-over and commenting on weight,... Continue Reading →

The Power of Words

Brett is looking sharp in khakis and a button down shirt, his tie bearing Floridian brightness.  My brother, Charles, and his wife, Jil, are also in country club attire.  I have on a black dress - a safe choice.  I'm wearing that pearl necklace Mom gave me.  Nice touch. We are aggressively sipping white wine... Continue Reading →

What’s in YOUR narrative?

Mine is the woulda-coulda-shoulda variety that blares its voice at 4AM, revisiting the previous day.  And it's not congratulatory. You should have handled that conversation better.  You should have spoken up at that meeting.  Remember that Ben & Jerry's you devoured at 10pm?  Your arm flab has a life of its own. (Your accommodating narrative provides... Continue Reading →

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