I got schooled on yesterday to just how blessed my life is. Douglas and I drove to my hometown, which is about an hour and a half away. I went to reconnect with friends and family, two of whom I had not seen in over thirty years. So often we take our physical and mental... Continue Reading →
Of all of the chores needed constantly doing in our house, cleaning the refrigerator has to be the one I absolutely hate to do. Neither Douglas or me want to do it, and it seems we keep put it off hoping that the other one will decide to do it first. Probably the refrigerator cleaner's... Continue Reading →
I believed that I had no useful purpose in the world. I worked for the local telephone company, and all day long, I answered people's complaints with their computers or printers. While I knew that the work was important, I felt like a cog in a machine, not someone offering a uniqueness perspective to people... Continue Reading →
Every time I stand or sit on the beach, I regret not knowing how to swim. I wish that I had learned how to swim when I was a little girl. But, as I wrote before, my mother did not let me learn to swim, ride a bike, or skate, stating that I might get... Continue Reading →
Last weekend was special because I saw some of my granddaughters whom I had not seen in a while, due to their family and work commitments whenever Douglas and I are in Atlanta. While sitting down to talk, I found myself on my birthday trying to be heard among a group of twenty-somethings and thirty-somethings... Continue Reading →
My husband has become nearly obsessed with "Blue Zone" living, after seeing so much written about it while in Spain. He has taken to eating healthy like a duck takes to water. I must give him credit for his ability to stick with a new method of eating, and he has lost about 15 pounds.... Continue Reading →
I think that of all that I crave to see again from our trips to Portugal and Spain, it is the ocean and the sea that I miss most. They changed colors according to the sky above in a dance as old as the earth itself. It was as if I see God in the... Continue Reading →
With all the Black Friday sales and Cyber Monday hype, last Saturday on my 67th birthday, I discovered all over again the joy of a handmade gift. Douglas' daughter had her three children make "Nana Gina" birthday cards while I was at my daughter's house. When I returned to their home to spend the last... Continue Reading →
For the first time in 50 years, I am afraid of being a black person in America! After Dr. King was murdered, I worried about being killed because someone who had never met me felt that I did not belong in the country that I love. I remember quite vividly when a black male and... Continue Reading →
Saying you feel blessed is relative. This means that we don't generally think in terms of being blessed until we speak to someone in a worst situation than we find ourselves, which is what happened to me. As I approach my 67th birthday in 10 days, I am so grateful for the modicum of health... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 