I love the movie It’s a Wonderful Life. I think I’ve written about this before. What a gift, to be given the opportunity of knowing for absolute sure that you made a difference. That you mattered. That your life counted for something. Continue reading “Going to Hell in a Hand Basket”
I have always been forgetful. When I was sixteen, a few of my friends affectionately told me Continue reading “Oh No, I Forgot. AGAIN…”
My husband and I went to church yesterday.
Nothing out of the ordinary about that. We got there a bit late and Continue reading “Just Another Ordinary Day”
I remember going to see the movie Saving Private Ryan Continue reading “If You Didn’t Laugh, You’d Cry…”
She stood on the stool with the noose around her neck and wondered why it was so difficult to let go, now that she was here. Continue reading “Not Today (Hold On)”
I was a child in the sixties: a tumultuous time to say the least. My parents were very much a product of the fifties: that June Cleaver, Leave it to Beaver time when Mommies wore pretty dresses and did their hair and make-up every single day and Daddies went to work before the children were up and came back home just in time to kiss their offspring’s fresh, clean little faces before Mommy whisked them off to bed so she could serve Daddy his supper in peace. Continue reading “Defining Unconditional Love – Three Little Pigs Style”
I am not a particularly jealous person. I use the word ‘particularly’ because of course, there are some things that give me an occasional twinge. Continue reading “When Jealousy Rears Its Ugly Head”