Yellow Butterfly From the third-floor French doors I watch a pair of yellow butterflies chase each other around a summer breeze and think to myself, one of them could be…
Inspired by The Right to Write by Julia Cameron. Write down every place you've lived and then pick one of those places to write about a vivid memory. (Written 3/13/24)…
Contemplating Widowhood A few months ago, my husband got sick. We don’t know with what, and although he was never tested, we suspect it was some strain of Covid. Three…
Two White Dogs Two white dogs appeared running loose in our retirement neighborhood a few days ago. According to our Facebook group, everyone was discussing them, but no one had…
My Favorite Things - The Vase A few weeks before Christmas my husband broke a piece of glassware that came to me after my favorite aunt Maxine passed. She…
I drop off the donuts still questioning the meaning of this morning’s donut quest. Is it about sacrifice? None of this was convenient for me. Is it about following God’s plan instead of my own? About listening when guidance is offered?
What if we met everything with God's grace? Instead of anger. Instead of backing away or tuning out when someone mistreats us or lashes out at us. What if we came back with God's grace every single time?
what if I couldn’t do any of those things? What if I was trapped in a house, in my room, in my bed, alone and in pain? What if I couldn’t bathe myself? What if getting to the toilet required a monumental effort equaled only by getting back to my bed afterward?