Tonight, at the end of a long day, I received a wonderful gift in the mail. One of my readers took the time to hand write a special thank you to me for writing my two Catalpa Creek books, Fireweed and To Begin Again. She said, “I found the storyline riveting and didn’t want to…
Over the last seven years, as I sold my books at church bazaars, book festivals, and more, I collected your email addresses and promised to send you a newsletter and occasional emails. Finally, I have entered all those addresses into a program on my website so I can keep my promise. This email contains a…
Forgiveness: My Mother’s Gift Mother’s Day. This year our celebration will be different. For many of us, keeping Mother safe means keeping her alone. We will talk with her on SKYPE or Facetime. We might even drop a special meal at her door, ring the bell or call and then leave. Even with Covid 19,…
Some of you will receive this post in your inbox today, on this rainy morning. The rest will receive it on Facebook or linked in tomorrow when we are promised sunshine. Still it’s a thought that might bring a chuckle. This morning I wrote an email to my friend, Verna, who lives on a farm….
Hello to all my subscribers and followers, Today is April 23rd – my 76th birthday. God’s brilliant sunshine is pouring in my windows and lighting up my soul. In the midst of this Covid 19 lock down, I feel good. More than good, my heart is singing with thanksgiving. My blessings abound. The list is…
Spring is coming! I may still pull on my long underwear, winter coat and hat but I can feel it. The days are lengthening. My fingers are itching to sift through the richness of soil warmed by the sun. The buds have burst on the tree outside my window. Everywhere sprouts are pushing through the…
I’ve arrived! I’m beautiful! All you need do is love me and give God thanks. It will be easy. Our first GREAT GRANDSON was born yesterday morning. He is already a boy of surprises. He arrived one month early and yet weighed 6 lbs 8 oz. He’s healthy and strong as is his wonderful mother….
As a follow up of yesterday’s thoughts, I offer this poem. Kingsugi Golden threads of healing Bring God’s peace. Open our wounds, To glimmer with God’s love. We are God’s masterpiece. We’ll break again. New lines of gold Will fill our souls. The golden rain will come. Threads of healing To glimmer…