In order to graduate high school, I had to write a senior paper. It was a year long process. But, I loved it. One of my very favorite teachers at our small, private school was my advisor and he happened to specialize in history. Martin Luther was my subject of choice for that paper. I found his life so fascinating … Read More
A New Way Out
Last Thursday was the 4th of July. This wasn’t just any 4th of July. This was a day to check off a pretty big item from the bucket list. And that was to spend Independence Day in the Capital of the United States, Washington D.C. while seeing the fireworks and listening to the music from the National Mall. Since we … Read More
Even Though the Journey’s Long
Do you ever wake up with a song in your head? I’m not a music-obsessed person who constantly has music playing in the background if given the option (like my dear husband). In fact, I usually just prefer silence so I can think more clearly. I enjoy music when I’m in the mood, don’t get me wrong. In fact, I … Read More
Swallowing Hope Instead of Despair
What kind of pills are you swallowing each day of your life? I was recently talking with a dear friend who has been a student of psychology at both Master’s and Doctorate levels. We were talking about various trials and triumphs that we’ve experienced thus far. Then we talked about perspective in the midst of those situations. “There are tons … Read More
The trite blog I’m avoiding
I’ve been appreciating our fully blooming backyard all week. It’s intoxicating with sweet fragrances drifting from our wisteria-covered trellis. The vibrant colors of those purple blooms, pink cherry blossom trees, fuchsia azaleas, red, yellow, and plumb colored tulips create a panorama of delight. Yet, in the tulip bed, there they are…the dandelions and various accomplices. That’s right, weeds. When I … Read More
MY St. Patrick
St. Patrick’s Day has always been a well- acknowledged holiday in our family. Not for the beer guzzling side of it, but for the Irish heritage and the legacy of St. Patrick himself. Excited that I was born just two weeks before the holiday, my dad bought a little St.Patrick’s day button in the hospital gift shop that proclaimed, “It’s … Read More