Praising a woman of excellence...

As my siblings and I rifled through my mother's belongings this weekend, distributing what held value to each one of us, I searched for something I had made myself. Two books. One titled Focus on the Father; the other titled Praising a Woman of Excellence. Each was a tribute to my parents I created on behalf of their children and grandchildren, who contributed something, a writing, a picture, a hand print. Back in 1999, back when I had more time to be creative, I had made books with my own children and those in our home-school support group....more


It smelled sterile and yet gross, the mixture of blood, urine, sweat, and bleach made my terrified stomach roll over. I wasn’t ready for this. My mouth was so dry. I swallowed to try to bring up something to make my tongue stop sticking to the top of my mouth but this only proved to make my throat ache instead.  I stood there in my PJ’s and sneakers waiting for someone to come and comfort me, make me feel better about this day and this situation. Instead they walked passed me and their cold stares judged me silently. “ She’s just a baby” I heard them whisper....more

Memories my mother never mentioned...

Between the ages of 6 and 19, I moved often. When I was in fourth grade, my family lived in one house for just three months before abruptly moving to another for an equally brief period. The reasons we moved were different---my fourth grade year, for instance, high rent necessitated the first move while the death of the landlady required the next---but the results were the same: We became adept at packing. We also got into the habit of not fully unpacking....more

The Way I Remember It


Gramma's Quilt and Angels

 When I was a little girl I stayed with my Gramma  quite often.She made the most beautiful quilts that were warm and cozy on cold winter nights.One night when she was tucking me in I told her the quilt was awfully heavy.She said the quilt seemed heavy because my Guardian Angel was on the bed with me.Of course, I believed her, Gramma would  never lie....more

That Starbucks

This is a post about the little things that we find to be big things....more

An Open Letter to Disney: Your Magic Convinced This Skeptic

Dear Disneyland, Your bathroom custodian won my heart. As I crammed in the stall waiting for a wee mermaid to finish her business, I overheard the following: “Ladies, come right along. Stalls are open on this end. Oh, and Happy Birthday to you!” All so cheerfully and helpfully crowed by a woman clad in a white uniform pushing a plastic cart piled high with toilet paper rolls. A birthday wish? So heartfelt? In a women’s bathroom? That, Disneyland, is when I fell for you -- head over heels....more
@Angel Knows What a precious memory!  Thanks for the input on the cruise too.  Prior to our ...more

A year ago at this time

They played a song on the radio the other day, a tune from an album I had just purchased and was listening to on repeat (as I tend to do with most of my new music) around a year ago at this time. I've heard the song many times since then, of course, but as I was listening to it this past Tuesday - a September day with that certain early autumnal crispness in the air - I was stopped in my tracks and flooded with memories. ...more

Don't She Look Na'trul

My sisters and I used to tease Little Granny about getting excited when somebody died, because she had a funeral to attend. Possibly, we were a bit disrespectful, but we were truthful. She loved gathering with Beloveds, especially ones she hadn’t seen in a while. She loved exercising her spiritual gift of cooking and the camaraderie of the women in the kitchen.  ...more