Whenever I hear someone complain about taking care of a family member with Dementia, or any other neurological or cognitive impairment disease, and they mention how awful it is, I feel sad. They speak of the experience as though they were reliving the pain all over again. Yes, it is a painful disease for the… Continue reading What About the Joy?
When God takes a walk The earth awakens and trembles Great waters rock and reel barely able to contain themselves sometimes - they do overflow Mountains shake bellies boil with excitement It is a wonder when God takes a walk Demons rush out and away confusion - traffic jams - flaring tempers Designed so we… Continue reading When God Takes a Walk
I once was a PE teacher for a small Christian school in Colorado. With that position came a stream of coaching assignments. I loved the job and coaching. Until I was wrangled into coaching track. I knew nothing about track! The team was co-ed with a high hormonal teen boy and girl combination. I learned a lot that season… Continue reading The Race
Over the Thanksgiving holiday I was struck with mixed emotions as December lingered around the corner. My granddaughter Lenni was watching her favorite cartoons one morning while we relaxed in our condo in Myrtle Beach, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. Every commercial break was filled with advertisements for toys. When Lenni noticed the advertisement the first… Continue reading I Need That!
When my not-quite-two-year-old grandson first discovered pockets, it was the cutest thing ever. Seriously. While his brother and sister chased after bubbles that leisurely escaped from grandpa’s wand and shimmered in the afternoon sunlight, T-Bear stood off to the side, intent on getting his pudgy hands into the pockets of his plaid shorts. Not even… Continue reading A Pocket Full of Hope
I love Christmas. I adore cozy nights listening to long Christmas stories. As a child, those stories were the highlight when my family gathered. I can still see myself nestled on green shag carpet, chubby cheek pressed against my dad's knee, as he sat on our avocado sectional, sharing his favorite Christmas. The whole family… Continue reading The Treasure Trove
“New sweater? It looks good.” “No. It was my mom’s and I packed it away so I wouldn't wear it out,” Sally explained to her husband. He nodded, hugged her, grabbed his lunch box from the counter, and headed out into the frigid autumn morning. A whisper of cold air danced around her bare feet… Continue reading The Sweater
Say, “Thank you.” My mother urged as she gave me a little shove towards my California Grandma. “Uggg.” I silently protested as I completed the somber walk to a grandmother as strange to me as the new boy added to my 5th grade class. “Thank you.” I muttered like a half wound plastic robot. … Continue reading This Gift
November. It’s a month buzzing with excitement at the start of the Holiday season. It is a month of crisp air and fallen leaves, short days and cozy sweaters. It’s a month where we take the time to be grateful. A month where we celebrate giving thanks. As we inch closer and closer to Thanksgiving,… Continue reading Unicorn Pajamas
Once upon a time, there lived a little band of word lovers. They met almost monthly in an old fire station community room, where a tiny diffuser spewed fragrance from frankincense and orange essential oils in a valiant attempt to chase away the musty odor. Sometimes the noise of firefighters training in the adjoining room… Continue reading The Writers’ Playroom: Meet the Play Group