Grandpa’s Weeder
I was feeling anxious and teary-eyed about family stuff. So, I headed out to the backyard to do some weeding.
The Black Leather Satchel
My dad’s worn-out, black-leather satchel was stitched together like an accordion file. The more he put into it, the fatter it grew. Two large metal clasps whose tongues clicked in place inside their counterparts held the over-laying flap in place on the front side of this behemoth black satchel.
Learn Their Heart Language
While watching the news reels on repeat about the war in Ukraine, my heart goes out to the destitute women in particular struggling to voice their circumstances to reporters through interpreters, and often in their second or third language. Their frustration of not being able to share in their heart language screamed through the TV screen!
Do the Strong Need You?
I’ve often wondered and asked myself how I grew into a strong woman. I think it’s a combination of my parents’ high expectations, their unwavering support, my faith legacy, and the unique childhood adventures of my education and friendships.
Old + New = ?
I recently took a quilting class with one of my sisters. Our back and forth chatter while being shown a new technique set the tone for the morning. And oh, what a delightful morning it was!
Spring Litany
Sometimes, spring arrives and we’re angry! We rage silently, “how dare flowers bloom when I’m experiencing _____!”
You fill in the blank and rest assured that you’re not alone.