Tag: Spirituality

January 4, 1920 – March 17, 2024 Betts at 100 … January 4, 2020 … Here she is preparing to entertain the guests at her birthday party by singing “Brush Up On Shakespeare” and reciting from memory a Shakespearean Sonnet. The…

The challenges of our times call for a new way of seeing and being. We need to learn new dance steps. Won’t you come out to play and learn with me?

How do people ever come to understanding of each other? I’ve pondered this question since receiving advice to exclude references to faith and spirituality from descriptions of my memoir. It is clear that many people use the same words and give them…

“…the Spirit prays for us with groans too deep for words.” ~Romans 8:26b If the Spirit prays with groans too deep for words, then I’m okay with my moans and groans about writing on the topic of “happiness.” Writing is…

As I mentioned in my previous posts, I moaned and groaned with the other women in my Cincinnati Writer’s Group as we came to our gathering to share what we wrote about “Happiness.” Today, I am quite happy that we chose…

As we gathered, the female’s in my writing group groaned about our topic of “Happiness.” Our lone gentleman just smiled. Gary, one of the deepest and most reflective men I have ever met, noted that on July 4, 1776, our Declaration…

In my last post, A Disturbing Awakening, I noted that “Miss Nicey-Nice” needed to change and ended with … to be continued. Here is my continuation. Part of the change I see myself needing to make involves letting go of my complacency. I…

In 1951, when I was nine and my brother eight, our parents sold our house in Sidney, Ohio, auctioned off most of our belongings, and moved to Tarpon Springs, Florida. Leaving our numerous playmates and beloved neighbors was not easy. I remember…

After the 50th reunion with my former Port Clinton students, I went back to my motel room, looked at myself in the mirror, and said, “Linda, I think you need to start looking at yourself differently.” I arrived a little…

After I posted my last blog entry, “Bearing My Cross,” Cindi, my friend and one of my biggest cheerleaders, called. She, too, is serving as a caregiver for a family member. She overflowed with enthusiasm for what I had written….