Category: Miscellaneous

Something Went Wrong Something happened to my website and it needed to be restored back to June 15. That means I lost the three posts I’ve made about my trip with my friend, Diana, to Selma and Montgomery, Alabama. That…

Nita Leland’s greatest joy is empowering people to believe in their potential and achieve their creative dreams. Her memoir is a work of art in itself. She not only paints pictures with watercolors, she paints pictures with words. Reading her book is almost like watching a uplifting movie.

This important PBS documentary deepened my understanding of hate in our midst and to reflect on how hurt feelings within any of us can lead to hurting others.

My recent conversation with my cousin touched on beliefs and led to disconnection and an opening for deeper intimacy.

Trust Lacking It took me a long time to trust that I knew more than I thought I did. I vividly remember the first time I became aware of receiving a message from the still small voice of wisdom within…

My daughter and I watch a modern Western crime drama called “Longmire” on Netflix. No binging … just a couple of episodes a couple of times a week. There certainly is a lot of crime in Sheriff Walt Longmire’s little…

Because I don’t have sisters, I’ve made it a point to develop friendships with women. I am blessed with many “Spirit Sisters.” Faithful Friends Sharon and Kathryn are two of them. We met in seminary 45 years ago and, despite…

My Roller Coaster Week Today is July 31 … eight days since my daughter’s gynecological appointment and we still don’t have resolution. Her gynecologist noted an issue during her 2019 appointment. Because I was in the waiting room, I only…

Conditioning When someone young is criticized a lot, they become conditioned to look for what is wrong with them. That happened to me. One of the complements I receive from readers of my memoir, A Long Awakening to Grace, is…

Almost six months ago (January 21), I wrote “It’s a Process” about the synchronicities that led to my becoming aware of generations of trauma in my family of origin … how I came to see that I’ve been chosen to…