Blessed Be the Peacemakers

As a child of God, remember this, “Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.” (Matthew 5:11) You’ve…

A Military Brat, My Adventure

Where this thought came from, I don’t know. A few nights ago I remembered a childhood friend and it dawned on me that I never got to see her grow up. I lost track of her. This is one view of growing up as a child of a father who was enlisted in the US…

Our Untrained Bulldog

  You’ve seen the videos of bulldogs surfing, riding a skateboard, or rolling down a hill. Mine does none of that. When Diesel was young, around 9 weeks old, I didn’t think he liked me. I obviously did not understand bulldogs because that unhappy look became the stern typical bulldog look. Of course, my husband reminds me…

8 Things That I’ve Learned From A Blogging Challenge

I am at the middle point of the Indie Business Blog Your Brand Challenge. I will admit, there were nights when I thought I was too tired or too busy to stick with the blog ballgame. I am determined to cross the finish line. Officially, this my 954’st blog post. I am an oldie blogger,…

Food for the Soul: Country Ride

Our temperature has been right at a scorching 100°F for about three weeks now. When our friends ask us, “Have you been on your bikes lately?,” our response has been “No, it is too hot!” Tonight, my husband handed me my bike keys, “I think we need to at least start them.” As soon as I…

Musings on Aging

I find aging, or the topic thereof, interesting. When I was in my early 20’s I couldn’t wait to grow a little older. Being young can be tough, especially in an office workplace setting. I was at the bottom of the totem pole, and I knew it. I typed invoices on a manual typewriter and…

The Good and the Bad of Constant Connections

Sometimes I wonder where we crossed the constant connection line. I remember when my mother had a tan-colored phone that hung on the kitchen wall. It was a rotary dial. There was no answering machine. If people called while you were out, nobody got mad, and nobody got worried. The caller attempted to call at…

You Want to Write, But You Think You Can’t

So, you love to write, yet you think you can’t? Of course you can! For starters, you enjoy or long to express yourself on paper. Right? You may keep journals, and you may find writing to be therapeutic. Writing has become one of your “happy places” in life. If you have nodded your head “yes” to some of this, you…

Marriage With A Serving Of Humor

Sometimes a slap-stick moment comes out that reminds us that our marriage is improved by a serving of humor. My husband goes to a pain management clinic for a back procedure every few months. This involves several processes, but always includes a steroid injection or two that develops into jittery goofiness. Yesterday, after my husband’s post-procedure nap,…

The Colorful Gift of Laughter

You don’t have to remind me about the value of humor, but sometimes laughter is like a nudge. After a good laugh…ahhh…there it is again, I’ve found that wonderful feeling, don’t sweat over small stuff, and it is ALL small stuff. So, the other day I was scrolling through LaShonda Tyree’s Handmade Soap Coach site…