My Sunday School teacher made a statement several weeks ago that has stuck with me. “That’s really none of my business.” During our class discussion,… ( Read More )
I am that generation
The sister of an elder friend of mine passed recently. I joined a small gathering of family and church friends one hot, sunny morning to… ( Read More )
Eyes of the Beholder
The measure of a good trip lies in the eyes of the beholder. As I age, I find myself looking for the path less traveled,… ( Read More )
A Letter To My Eighteen-Year-Old Self | Reflections and Ruminations
Dear Eighteen-Year-Old Me, Forty years seems like forever when you’re Eighteen. Trust me, it isn’t. Forty years from now, you’ll look back and wonder where… ( Read More )
Focus
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about focus. I am easily distracted, drawn “offsides” by a variety of diversions. These take many forms, from the… ( Read More )
At least there are no mosquitoes
The first thing I noticed when I looked out the window today was powder, as though someone had gleefully shaken a giant sifter across the… ( Read More )
Did I happen to mention I love it?
I just spent the eighth Monday that simply comes after Sunday. For years, Monday has been my husband’s day off, to spend more or less… ( Read More )
This too shall pass
The twelve months leading up to this spring were a roller coaster of events and emotions. We were in San Francisco in early March 2020.… ( Read More )
Our boy
As I write this, a tired little tyke naps in the chair beside me. Our boy had a good day. He played with the neighbor… ( Read More )
What Are You Waiting For?
The year of our Lord 2021 marks the fortieth anniversary of my high school graduation and my entry into the working world. On that first… ( Read More )