Kick back. Escape demands. Shut out the world. This was the goal of our getaway to the Finger Lakes in New York. My hubby and I took some time to hang out in a cottage on a lake with nothing at our disposal but fishing poles, kayaks, and of course a bit of coffee
Confused. Bewildered. Angry. Disappointed. Humiliated. Hurt. That’s how it feels. One minute everything is going smoothly. You know someone for a while. Maybe you work with this person, perhaps you’re involved in an organization together, or . . . you might be friends. Out of the blue, without warning, it all stops. Communication becomes distant,
The BEST valentine doesn’t come to us in the form of roses, chocolates, or shiny hardware, but rather as a close friend offering a true, everlasting, unfailing love. Click to watch video:
Ah yes, ‘tis the season for taking time to reflect on what we’re thankful for. We really feel gratitude during the Thanksgiving season, don’t we? But why aren’t we thankful, grateful, blessed, all the time?
Just who do you think you are anyway? Between the time I was a little girl with gooey mud squelching between my fingers while shaping mud pies in my backyard to the time I became a mother witnessing my daughter do the same, I’ve often wondered: who am I anymore?
Conditional happiness. It looks like this: I’ll be happy when I achieve my goal I’ll be happy when I lose weight I’d be happy if I were more confident I’d be happy if had a bigger house . . . and so on, and so on.
“When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they’re finished, I climb out.” – Erma Bombeck Ha. We chuckle, right? Such a funny quote by Erma Bombeck. I remember well those days as a young mother when locking myself in the bathroom for a momentary escape from my kids
“P-l-e-a-s-e, Mom and Dad, I really, REALLY want one!” This was our middle-school-aged daughter’s cries amid soliciting us for a cell phone. Despite our repeated, sincere exchange of pros, cons, and detailed explanations, our Amanda held strong to her sole desire to possess a mobile phone which would allow her to join the ranks of
All my list-making, recipe-baking, present-purchasing, and gift-wrapping was complete. I had prepared, and prepared, and prepared way ahead of time. After all, it was my most favorite time of the year. I love festive decorations warming my home, joyful sounds of familiar carols, and the shimmer of colorful lights. Each year, I wait with anticipation
Do you feel it? Can you feel that stirring in your heart causing your forehead to wrinkle and your head to shake at some of the tragic circumstances occurring in our world? Do you feel that stabbing pain in your chest when you ruminate about relationships, situations, or events causing stress in your life? How
