Life Lessons, Uncategorized, Writing

Wait Lifting #4 – Waiting Out the Storm

The wind from this storm began pulling the car down the road. Not pushing - pulling. I'd never driven in that kind of wind before, nor have I since.  I turned on the radio. That weather warning signal - the one with the beeping and squealing - was on. It was on every station. I heard the weather guy say something about a supercell, a tornado, and to take cover. 

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Writing

I suppose

I suppose it wouldn't be quite as good a life if every day was filled with wildflowers, sunshine, and balloons. That would make a beautiful day, of course, but how would I know it was beautiful? Where's the perspective in that? This is why I embrace the rainy days. Most especially those. I love the… Continue reading I suppose

Life Lessons, Love, Parenting, waiting, Word, Writing

Do You Believe In Miracles?

Miracle. This word used to conjure up images of Sunday School mornings in 1984 with 9-year-old me in blonde pigtails in a flowered dress with ruffle back panties, lacy socks, and Mary Janes. It made me picture a flannel graph board with felt-backed cut-outs of Jesus and his disciples. Jesus inevitably had on a brown… Continue reading Do You Believe In Miracles?

Life Lessons, waiting, Word, Writing

The Gentle Gardener

One morning shortly after my divorce, as I woke up, I had this vision. I clearly saw a pair of rugged male hands reaching down, digging in, and clasping together underneath a wilted plant. Actually, the plant was beyond wilted—it was dried by the sun, and what had once been some kind of small growth… Continue reading The Gentle Gardener

waiting, Word, Writing

Wait Lifting #3 – Finding Hope to See in the Dark

For the past few weeks I have been immersed in a hands-on education in waiting. I've written more on this subject here (Life Lessons - Patience),  here (Waiting Room), here (Learning to Wait), and here (Minding Your Ps [Pauses] and Qs [Quizzes]). Today I want to write about my latest discovery - how to find… Continue reading Wait Lifting #3 – Finding Hope to See in the Dark

Love, Poetry, waiting, Writing

I’m not the only one thinking this…

Not all words are meant for publication. Words like these that come at the urging of melatonin and a cup of chamomile tea usually find their way into my journal, but not onto my blog screen. Maybe these will. Who knows. Who knows how to navigate this long, strange corridor of a queen bed for… Continue reading I’m not the only one thinking this…

Poetry, Word, Writing

Love at First Write

I was asked today during a phone interview how long I've been writing. I said that I've been writing since I was ordering womb-service. Seriously though, I've always loved writing. Before age 10 I would make up skits complete with scripts and perform them with my sister. (James Moorer would have been so proud). I… Continue reading Love at First Write