Ruffled Feathers

Some things are not always as they seem. From time to time that reality hits me like a ton of bricks, or perhaps a ton of feathers.

I’ve opted out of any Black Friday shopping for a few years now however, a seemingly-too-good-of-a-deal-to-pass-up caught my eye in the newspaper flyers on Thanksgiving Day. I squinted, holding the paper closer to make sure I was correctly seeing the significantly low-price tag on a specific item. Which, I was. Continue reading

Casting Off Clutter

“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

Cracking the Judgment Code

Click-click-click-knock. Click-click-click-knock. Click-click-click-knock.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Grrakka kkakkakka kkakka akk!

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

Strength in Weakness

My heart sank as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I imagined what she must’ve been feeling.

The young woman caught my eye as I drove past the empty parking lot on my way home from the store. There she sat, on the pavement in front of her car, her feet straight out in front of her. Her face was buried in her hands; her shoulders shook up and down.

A young man crouched before her, his arms resting on his knees. His face appeared kind, gentle. He was speaking to her out of what appeared to be genuine concern. Just as he cupped her face in his hands, I drove beyond the couple and a gnawing tightness in my chest signaled a familiar echo. Continue reading

Why me?


Why me? Seriously, why does this stuff always happen to me?

There I was, at a writer’s conference, finally facing a highly-anticipated, scheduled appointment with a literary agent, when I realized I had a little “issue”.

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Apron Strings & Other Things


“Haven’t you read that at the beginning the Creator made them male and female, and said, For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh’? So, they are no longer two, but one. Therefore, what God has joined together, let man not separate.”     —  Matthew 19:4-6

The descending countdown has continued every few weeks over the past several months.

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Rescued from Rejection


“You never realize how much you like someone until you watch them like someone else.” — Unknown

Long since are the days when I was last in line to pick an instrument in the school band, or the last one to be picked as a square-dancing partner, or, to be excluded from a specific circle of friends. Now that I’m an adult and all grown-up, I assumed I’d never experience feelings of rejection again. That only happens when you’re a kid, right? Wrong.

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Help In The Midst of Heartache


“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.”  Matthew 5:4

The brisk puffs of air carrying the aroma of nearby Gardenias drifted through the screen of my back porch, caressing my face. I watched the leaves on the trees lining my back deck gently flutter in the soft breeze as I slowly rocked, alone with sad thoughts. I was mourning the death of my sweet aunt who recently lost her difficult battle with Lou Gehrig’s disease.

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Beware the Words

Sweet Words

Whoever claimed, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”–lied.

Nearly 20 years after the incident, the memory of the wound still exists. It’s one thing to be on the receiving end of a “zinger” from someone you don’t know, or when there’s no malicious intent. It’s quite another issue to bear the brunt of a comment from someone familiar to you. One who knows your insecurities and uses them for intended harm. Have you been there?

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