I have dark days. My husband can sometimes detect that something is off with me, but, more likely, I have to tell him that I am having a bad day, and that I need to be left alone to deal with it. I still shop, clean, and do my job. I just feel like I... Continue Reading →
When I look back at my life, I am amazed to still be alive and hopeful that life can be beautiful, no matter the craziness of this life. I think of the reality, for me any way, that from the time before I was even born until the gray that permeates my hair today, God... Continue Reading →
I was heading into the airport, on my way to Montreal, Canada to give a presentation. In my excitement, I nearly forgot to wave goodbye to my youngest child, Malcolm. He was the only one of my five children who came from my body. I had suffered three miscarriages before I was able to carry... Continue Reading →
The flu is epidemic in our part of he world, and having taken a flu shot, I assumed that Douglas and I were immune from the flu bug. But, alas, we were not! Douglas came home early last Saturday, which was telling in itself. Douglas' picture should be next to the word hardworking in the... Continue Reading →
In 1998, I was sitting alone at a table in a nice restaurant in Madrid, Spain, preparing to eat lunch, when a Spanish man invited me to join him and his wife for lunch. I was hesitant, because I was alone in Madrid, and I did not know how to relate to other people, always... Continue Reading →
All I knew about taking care of children when I became a mother to my sister's four children was that you feed one end, and you wipe the other, and you never get the two places confused! It's true that there are no manuals that help new mothers, whether you are having one child or... Continue Reading →
I was looking for love in the wrong place. My soul was bruised each day at school by bullying, people running by me calling me, "Little Monster," and boys teasing and taunting other boys with assertions that I was that boy's girlfriend. I never said a word, not wanting to make things worse. Feeling ugly... Continue Reading →
A picture I saw on another blog site of a father congratulating his daughter on an award started me to reflecting on the question of what if we could choose our parents. What would be the criteria we would use to decide who would be the perfect fit each of us. It is downright intriguing... Continue Reading →
If we were having coffee this morning, I would tell you how much I worry that many of my grandchildren do not attend church or seem to have faith in God or even know Him. When I asked my daughter and one of my sons why they did not take their children to church as... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 