I know it’s coming, but I’m not prepared. Fill in the blank with “it.” It could be dinnertime each day. I’m not prepared to answer the daily question, “What’s for dinner?” “It” could be the next difficult season up ahead, or it could the wildest season of joy. Why do...
I was honored to share at The Mudroom Blog Podcast last week! If you missed my post. Of Thorns and Belonging, you can read it here. To listen to part of my journey, with background information on the article, I invite you to listen to the podcast here. It was a joy...
Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places, The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces; Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming, We turn to the dearest of the paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming....
Just last month, on Dec. 1, my two boys and I ate birthday cake with our neighbor, Mr. B., on the occasion of his 102nd birthday. His caretaker (a family friend of his actually) called us and said she was going to surprise him with a cake and invited us to join in. So...
A few days ago, I wrote about one area of particular focus for me in 2019, which was friendship. You can read those thoughts and that post here. I mentioned I would write about another theme for 2019; hence this is part two of that. The other area of focus that I...
Some people have a “word” that characterizes their focus for the upcoming year. I do not have a single word. I have never really had a single word. Maybe one day, I will. So far, I have found it difficult to narrow down to a single word, no matter how much...
Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places, The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces; Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming, We turn to the dearest of the paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming....
“Mr. B is homebound. Until last year, however, he was “schlepping around” in his kitchen, baking his own bread, and cooking and hosting Sabbath supper at his home for his adult children every Friday night. Mr. B. is originally from Ukraine, Jewish...
Have you attended a writer’s conference? It is something I have wanted to do for several years. Finally, I gathered the gumption and funds to attend. I made a decision to pour some resources, time, and effort into my writing, and I’m so glad I did. Last...
“You will need to be on bed rest,” the doctor said. Actually, the news was better than I thought it would be. I was anticipating several months of bed rest in the hospital– so several months of bed rest at home because of complications while...
