I don’t normally write poetry. When I picked up my December 2025 file, I found this poem that I had written just before Christmas. Tonight it feels important to share it with you even though we have stepped into 2026. Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay We celebrate Christmas because… Jesus was born in the darkness…
Image by Kari Shea from Pixabay For the last year, every day I read an excerpt from “Embers: One Ojibway’s Meditations” by Richard Wagamese. Richard’s words are an endless source of inspiration for my life. I wish I had met him during his lifetime. At the age of twenty, I would not have turned to an indigenous writer…
Our Christmas celebrations are over, and yet…I don’t want to let it go completely. I want Christmas to be a vehicle of change for our world. When I went to post a blog tonight, I found this poem that I wrote the week before Christmas. I don’t write poetry. So I don’t usually post poems….
Thrifting! Last weekend, from my chair in my friend’s basement, I could see nine extra-large reusable bags, heavy with freshly washed and ironed, gently used children’s clothes, lovingly and carefully chosen from thrift shops around the city. My friend, Nancy, always detested shopping. Over the last few years, though, she has found delight shopping for…
Since I found them, my birth family has given me much joy. Not every adopted child who searches out birth family finds the fairy tale ending of the journey. I am truly blessed with mine. In August, I spent ten days with my half-sisters. While we were together, we watched the first edition of…
It’s Our Choice I’ve written so many times about making choices because our choices are the bottom line. They make a difference for ourselves and for the world. Even Jesus made choices: “When Jesus came down from the mountainside, large crowds followed him. A man with leprosy came and knelt before him and said,…
Why Go to Church? I’ve been pondering this question for a while. Why am I a part of a church family? What is the value of going to a building where a group of people are gathered to sing, to pray, or listen to someone else pray; and then listen some more as the scripture…
Went to the UCW fall gathering at Camp Quin-mo-lac. Had a great time. Reconnected with many friends, and made new ones. Enjoyed the program. Brought the books that I write. Had good conversations as the women came to shop and also tell me how much they enjoyed my books. Sure made this writing ministry worthwhile….