How I Found My Brave Through (of all things) Total Knee Replacement.

Dear Readers, Leading up to and during the days after my first knee replacement, August 2014, I kept the above photo in front of me. I suppose you could call this a long-overdue report of what I learned during that experience. You can read a pre-op reflection HERE about how God shows up for earthly…

My First Job Ever and The Grumpy Cafeteria Lady

Dear Reader: You may know I am writing stories, based on questions my family chose from the questions on the StoryWorth site.*One of them, “What was your most favorite job ever?” sparked a series of stories related to the different jobs I have had. This story takes me back to my first job in the…

“Did you get splinters, Grandma?”

“Maylie, what would you like to know about Grandma Carol when she was a little girl?” Without missing a beat she replies, “Did you get splinters?” She’s been telling me about her splinters. It makes sense she wants to know. My current writing project centers around questions my grandchildren and their parents have chosen for…

Musings At the End of An Extended Family Vacation in 2017

Starting in their teenage years, my husband began taking our three sons on annual getaway father/son weekends. We have since grown to a family of eighteen with the addition of three much-loved daughter-in-law and ten grandchildren. As the family grew, so did the size (and participants) of the getaways. Our first all-inclusive getaway, 20 years…

Outhouses, Snakes, Wolves and a Four-year Old’s Imagination

There I was – a blond-haired four year old living in the deep south community of Dixie, Alabama in the early 1950’s. My family, consisting of me and my parents, had just moved from a modern upstairs apartment in south central Pennsylvania with running water and a bathroom, to our “new” southern house, without running…

Finding God in the Goodwill Women’s Bin

Last week I posted at ThePerennialGen.com- sharing how I found God’s provision in the least expected and the most unlikely of places.  He does things like that. I was sitting in my chair mending the lace insets in my bras because I could not afford to buy new ones. Without warning, I burst into tears…

Back On Our Feet

“I found him in bed when I came to visit this morning.” Kathy, my dad’s case manager was on the phone, calling from his apartment during her once-a-month visit. “Usually he is downstairs waiting for me. I think he may have broken his hip when he stumbled and fell  in his room this morning.” It’s…

More to Forgive

This morning is my first article at The PerennialGen – Growing Deeper Roots in the Dirt and Light of Midlife. A year ago I discovered Michelle VanLoon, a writer in a few suburbs northwest from me and co-editor of ThePerennialGen. Our connection has been a delightful one and an encouragement to me, personally. We have…

Family Matters (“Matters” Is A Verb) Part 2

This week’s post is Part Two of a three-part series written by me to my children and is a continuation from last week. Go HERE to read “Family Matters: Matters is a Verb, Part 1” if you missed it last week. *********************************************************** Family Reunions  were the best part of “going home” when we made our…

Family Matters (“Matters” is a verb.”) Part 1

This week I am doing something a bit different here on the blog – the first of a three-part series of what I shared with my grown sons and their families about how I was re-reminded a few years ago that Family Matters. I am grateful for my sons and their families who love each other…