Tag: writer

  • When Church Found Me

    When Church Found Me

    Sunday, I went to church. I don’t show up in person very often, but if I can’t get my shit together to leave the house in time, I watch it live online. In person is so much better. I started going to this church mainly for the preaching, so I show up a few minutes…

  • The Draft Folder

    The Draft Folder

    It’s not enjoyable for me to have an overflowing draft folder on this blogsite, but then again I don’t like clutter and a collection of drafts feels like clutter. This year I began experimenting with doing things differently and the draft folder was one of them, so maybe you’ll find this helpful. We never know…

  • My Life is a Meme

    My Life is a Meme

    Don’t lose heart, my lovelies. He’s got us. 🩶 Feature Photo by Cody Black on Unsplash

  • Room to Grow

    Room to Grow

    I knew it wasn’t happy just by the way it looked. You’ve probably heard the phrase, “Get to the root of the problem”, and this applies to plants and humans. If they’re not vibrant on the outside, there’s something going on inside at the root. This plant and I have history, so I had to…

  • Legacy

    Legacy

    In October, my daughter and her boyfriend came for a visit on my birthday. It was so good to see them because since they live near Austin, I don’t drive to see them often. My daughter always spends the first few minutes of every visit, walking through the house eyeing the familiar things that have…

  • My Life is a Meme

    My Life is a Meme

    Feature Photo by Caroline Hernandez on Unsplash

  • Someday

    Someday

    I’ve been reading a book recommended by my therapist entitled, The One Thing, and it was written by a local Realtor. In Texas everyone has heard of the Realty company, Keller-Williams, but I didn’t realize Gary Keller had a writer in him. Now, granted, he shares a lot about business and leadership, but there’s this…

  • Mums and Pansies

    Mums and Pansies

    I never imagined that something I love so much, such as a flower could spark so many painful memories, but every fall I avoid them like the plague. I haven’t picked up a pansy or planted any in my yard in over a decade because they were too painful to look at, until now. I’ve…

  • Church ~ It’s More Than Sunday Mornings

    Church ~ It’s More Than Sunday Mornings

    I was in bed by 10:00 pm on a Friday night and prayed to wake up early the next morning. On Saturday mornings I enjoy sleeping in, but not that Saturday. I had volunteered to help with the set up of the Fall Festival for a nearby church and my shift was from 8:30 to…

  • Find Your Start

    Find Your Start

    I don’t mind dirty windows, but I do mind the view. The front windows have miniblinds hanging from them that have been here longer than me and the slats stay open with the blinds pulled halfway up. The windows on the back of the house, where daylight pours in have the same miniblinds, but with…

  • Waiting in Line

    Waiting in Line

    I haven’t received clarity on what this new birthday year looks like in several areas of my life, but as the seasons change outside our front door, there’s a shift inside my heart. This from a woman who has to look at a calendar to know for certain what day it is. There’s a spot…

  • The Story Room

    The Story Room

    October is my birthday month, but my actual birthday was Monday, the 14th. I took the week off work and it wasn’t as difficult as imagined, but I missed it some. This showed me that I love what I do and get paid to do what I love. My daughter and her boyfriend came to…

  • The Bench

    The Bench

    In June I began seeing a therapist. I’d been interviewing coaches all year, but I really wanted someone to help discern God’s plan with me, so my daughter suggested Christian based counseling. Her name is Heather and she feels more like a guide. She tells me I’m fun to meet with and she doesn’t have…

  • Let Someone Else

    Let Someone Else

    “I’ll do it myself”, was the most commonly used phrase throughout my life. It became my trademark to the point where people assumed I was up for the task no matter the difficulty. When I turned 50 years old, I stretched out across the bed for a quick nap and woke up 3 hours later.…

  • Trees

    Trees

    It’s still dark outside while writing this, but that’s okay. In about 30 minutes, the morning light will come streaming though these windows. One of the few things we know about a new day is the sun will rise and set. I realized something interesting about my studio space. There are three plants in the…