Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that
The gem cannot be polished without friction, nor man be perfected without trials. ~Danish Proverb I came from a family where food was always at the center of our lives. It was how we celebrated
The average dog has one request to all humankind. Love me. – Helen Exley Tara was the family dog during my childhood. We lived in Huntington, Long Island in New York. It was the suburbs
A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs – jolted by every pebble in the road. – Henry Ward Beecher My husband, Thad, was first diagnosed with testicular cancer in
“In your anger do not sin”: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry. – Ephesians 4:26 I had been sporting what Christian author Patsy Clairmont coins as a ‘tude (attitude).
My mother loved going to Costco, but cancer was slowly destroying her body, and she became dependent on a wheelchair for mobility. Regardless, she was determined to stay active for as long as she could.
With President Trump having delivered his first state of the union address, and the first week in February being Women’s Heart Week, I began to ponder – How is the state of my heart? The
It’s been a few weeks since I posted. I have been a little busy and somewhat distracted. Ever feel like fire balls are being launched at you? The more time I spend putting them out,
I was cleaning house the other day and as I dusted a picture of me and three other women I was struck but the specialness of our relationships. Standing tall and smiling, we are linked
With the joys of the Christmas Season came also the the cold and flu bug into our household. So while I am not quite up coordinating thoughts, words and my fingers, I wanted to at
Tis the season where traditions are created and followed – many of us may not even remember how they began. Some are faith based; some sweet and some can be downright troublesome.
The fog begins to lift but I so want to remain within its midst, devoid of all thought, to continue my slumber. I glance at the large red numbers on the clock: 4:30 am. I