Let’s talk about Pooh. I’m referring to Winnie the Pooh, of course!
I have long since held a treasured affinity for this certain, endearing bundle of matted, brown fur. My fondness I shall never outgrow, though Christopher Robin did . . . almost.
I recently took my granddaughter to see the movie “Christopher Robin” and must confess, that silly ol’ bear tugged at my heartstrings. I. Was. Smitten. Although my granddaughter enjoyed the film, I realized early into the viewing this was a movie perhaps more intended for adults. Naturally, Pooh and his friends were adorable; however, there lay some precious nuggets of wisdom behind those bright, button eyes belonging to the bear with the plump tummy. Continue reading →
“For God is not a God of disorder but of peace.” –1st Corinthians 14:33
It was a long time coming. I only wished there was such a thing as a gigantic spray bottle of ‘Clutter Be Gone”.
The idea was birthed a few years ago to put new flooring throughout our home. Simple. As hubby and I finally grew closer to putting feet to our plan however, our mindsets made a drastic shift. We would still renovate, but as we mapped out the remodel process and studied our surroundings, we came to a stark realization.
Twenty-five years had been dedicated to acquiring, collecting, and accumulating . . . stuff. Continue reading →
Once again, I fought to remain immobile as electric currents ran through coiled wire, creating loud, resonate sounds. I’m no stranger to being encapsulated in a giant, tube-shaped, fiberglass magnet. Still, hammer blows pound against my chest each time. Continue reading →
Motivational speaker, Zig Ziglar once said, “F-E-A-R has two meanings: ‘forget everything and run’, or, ‘face everything and rise’.” Can anyone take a wild guess at which choice I’m most inclined to choose?
You know the feeling. When you really want to do something, but then again—you kinda sorta don’t.
It’s like being challenged to jump off a cliff into a sparkling sea of refreshing water. Standing at the edge overlooking unknown elements, you partly hope a stiff wind would just catapult you forward, while another part of you would give your left eye to have a railing to cling to. Continue reading →
“This can’t possibly be the right address.” I muttered under my breath, checking my mobile map.
I stopped in front of the immense, iron gate which barricaded any road travelers from the elegant Pacific Heights mansion perched atop a manicured lawn. I was rarely summoned to neighborhoods of this stature. Plus, amid the illumination of the holiday lights still adorning the stately property I couldn’t miss the black, Lincoln town car parked near the entrance of the circular driveway. Who needed a taxi when there was clearly a sufficient limo at hand?