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Dearest Readers, I am reposting something I published here in December 2011 because it still makes me smile. It is one of my all-time favorite conversations with one of the Little Persons in my life at that time. ( No, it’s not a typo.) A few of you have been around long enough that you…
Dearest Reader: It appears I may have taken an unplanned Sabbatical. It will soon be a year since I posted here. As I look back over the course of 2025, I see that I started and left four posts unfinished. For starters, I attended the graduation of a grandson in Oregon, visited my brother’s family…
Dearest Reader: As I post this, I am at a Writers Retreat in Oregon, combined with a trip to visit my son and his family. On November 5th, I wrote in my journal… “Nov. 5, Today is the last day of the “before” part of my life. Nov 6, Tomorrow begins the “after.” 9:30 pm…
Dearest Readers: Recently, I found the “poem” below as I was going through one of the never-ending (at last it seems that way) boxes left over from our big move last year. As I reflected on this list, now fifteen years later, it didn’t take long to remember the day and occasion upon which these…
(read and/or listen to this post) Dearest Readers: In case you’re wondering (or even if you’re not) I’m still here, and still writing in the nooks and crannies of my life. Since you’ve last heard from me here, I cobble together a few random Facebook Posts, visit Lake Opeka, catch some sunsets, and keep my…
She gingerly steps out of the shower, reaching for the towel on her side of the towel rod, making sure she does not slip on the wet floor as she dries herself off. She threw the bathroom rug away the weekend her parents came to visit, because experts say throw rugs are one of the…
I entered the second half of life with a sturdy bucket load of dreams, brimming with possibilities. In addition, that bucket held the resources I’d need in order to make them happen“things I thought I would do, who I thought I would become, places to which I would travel. Besides the writing classes and conferences…
Last Saturday, I was asked to write and give an invocation at the PerennialGen Workshop in Wheaton, ILwith the theme, “Growing Sage (wise) in the Second Half of Life”. Perhaps you will relate to this prayer I prayed for all of us there that morning. Oh, God, our help in ages past All the ages…
I wrote this December 20 and here it still sits as a draft:) I do things like that. I thought, “I could wait till next December 29 and it would still be true,” but it’s true now April 23, 2018. I suspect some of you may relate to it also. If it does, I’d love…
As I shared yesterday in my Holy Saturday post, I have been feeling disconnected from Easter. In the past, music and the lyrics spoke to me of God and his love for me. I am no longer directly involved in a worship arts ministry, where each carefully chosen song and its words speak to my heart…