New Guitar Strings
On a Sunday, instead of carting my own guitar to church, I decide to play the church’s guitar that is…
Even When I’m Upside Down
“Hi Grandma!” booms Anastasia’s voice through the speaker on my phone. “I’m upside down!” “I see!” I reply, as I…
A Closed Gate
At a little after 4:30 on a Friday afternoon, I arrived at the City Clerk’s office to cast my ballot,…
Falling Trees and Growing Seeds
“Trees fall with spectacular crashes, but planting is silent and growth is invisible.” These words were spoken by Doug, one…
Rained On One Too Many Times
Thursday night we set up our tent as well as a canopy over our picnic table. Friday morning, another camper…
Unfinished
Unfinished seems to be a theme. I don’t even know how many times I have started to write a blog…
The Pandemic Has Changed Us
Sometimes we purposefully seek spiritual growth. Other times, we are thrust into life circumstances that force us to grow and…
Editing and Re-writing
Some books are easier for me to read than others. I remember a couple books that I could not continue…
Hope is a State of Mind
With all the destruction that is going on in the world, it has been difficult to have hope. “Don’t subject…
Surveys and Boxes
Have you ever noticed that questions on surveys can be very limiting? I recently responded to a phone survey. It…












