I sometimes picture a system that operates on the principle of more people in my life = I’m a more loving person. But love isn’t about the number of people we have in our lives, “likes” we get...
Loving other people can feel like stepping across a field of land mines sometimes. Perhaps this is truest of all online. So many angry words, sharp-pointed opinions, destructive assumptions. Why do...
I hear the tears in my friend’s voice. “I’m fine,” she says, “It’s no big deal.” She’s trying to stay strong but I know her well enough to sense her weariness. My first instinct is to try to make...
Loving other people can feel like stepping across a field of land mines sometimes. Perhaps this is truest of all online. Politics. Social issues. The latest offense at school or work or the...
I stood in a park on a fall day, leaves a kaleidoscope of colors around me. I held a bouquet of burgundy flowers in front of my simple black dress, a gold ribbon wrapped around my waist. In front of...
I’m attending a tea party in the Fellowship Hall of a small town church about an hour from my home. This is where my parents had their wedding reception, where my grandparents had their fiftieth...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} Two friends and I stand under a lovely early evening sky. We’ve just come from a gathering of women, the kind that is both wonderful and vulnerable at the...
{The facebook share button above was broken but now it's fixed! Yay!} {email subscribers, if you can't see the video click here} We are sitting in a living room with robin’s egg walls, a lovely...
I frown as I make my first cup of tea for the morning, glare at the mug as if it has personally offended me. My husband comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “Good morning,” he...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} I take a deep breath and step out of my car. I’m meeting up with two friends. One I’ve known for years. She’s already aware of all my faults and quirks. She’s...