Before COVID-19, shopping and eating out used to be a fun thing. We didn’t have to rush around before the stores closed, or wonder how many empty shelves we would find once we got there. We weren’t afraid to cough or sneeze in public or even rub shoulders with our fellow humans. Strange how swiftly… Continue reading America is Crying
Family is everything to me. But, the family I grew up in was just a tad screwed up. Okay, a lot. My dad was a man of fewer than a few words. He rarely got involved in my life and preferred to be left alone. Completely. Don’t talk, don’t cause a ruckus, just sit and be… Continue reading Family Isn’t All it’s Cracked Up to Be
Before the advent of modern toilet paper, many different materials were used for the same purposes. Different materials were used depending upon the country, weather conditions, social customs, and status. People used leaves, grass, ferns, corn cobs, maize, fruit skins, seashells, stone, sand, moss, snow, and water. http://www.toiletpaperhistory.net/toilet-paper-history/used-before-toilet-paper/ Hubby got up at five this morning and was sitting in the Walmart parking… Continue reading Running Out of Toilet Paper?
So, I’m paralyzed. Been this way since the car accident. I can’t walk. I can’t feed myself, bathe myself, even brush my own teeth. And this Man comes to me and asks, “Do you want to get well?” And with a big, pearly white-toothed smile I say, “No. I’m good. I like people waiting on… Continue reading Take Up Your Mat and Walk Like a Boss
Sugar and spice and everything nice That’s what Eve was made of And placed in the Garden of beauty and charm To bask in the warmth of God’s love Then along came a serpent so charming and sweet With a hellish mission in mind To crush and destroy the apple of God’s eye And to… Continue reading From Damnation to Redemption
I was weaned on hymns and Jesus loves me songs. I believed that God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit were all three in one. I believed that Jesus was born and lived and died on the cross to save me from all my wretched sins. With every breath I believed in God’s love, but… Continue reading Jesus Loves Me, This I Know . . .
It’s Sunday morning. A few years ago, I would be putting on makeup, fixing my hair, slipping into my Sunday best, grabbing my Bible and heading out the door for church. But, like I said, that was a few years ago. As a kid, mom never had to fight with me to go to church.… Continue reading To Go to Church or Not Go to Church
I raised the windows in the living room, poured a cup of coffee and snuggled in my favorite chair. The one that glides and swivels so I can keep busy while I’m sitting and doing nothing. The one that Pepper loves when she curls on my lap and I rock her to sleep. The one… Continue reading Be Still and Listen
While letting the dogs out this morning I frowned at the holes Bella, our greyhound mix, has dug in the backyard. I don’t know what she’s digging for, bugs, probably, but I don’t like it, especially when I nearly break my neck stepping in one of them. It got me to thinking, though, about my… Continue reading Diggin’ Up Bones