What is it about mothers and mothering that causes people to spend oodles yearly in celebration of them? Well, in my experience: It’s the only calling that isn’t necessarily based on ordination. It’s a task for which there is no standard/model/template to work with. A job in which every single day is different since there…Read more Why you need to…love a mother.
Let’s talk today about laziness. Why? Why??? Because it’s a condition that eludes me much these days. Lol. So, as I’m the one blogging (read: talking) here, so you just have to help me by reading (read: listening). I’ll rant a bit. A long, long time ago (dramatic, right?), there were days when I could…Read more Bones, bones, rise up!
If one went solely by what people said these days, an alien visitor to the planet would think that everybody loved everybody. Or that loving was easy and came naturally. Or that loving occurred whether you knew a person or not. EEEEN. Wrong. To love another is mostly a choice one makes. For sure there…Read more The flippancy of love
Hello, peeps and peepettes! I’ve been long gone, haven’t I? Turns out the death of one’s grandmother has many effects. All good now though. Happy to be back on the blogging scene. Missed you all! Did you have a nice Christmas? A nice entrance into the new year? I sure hope so. Hey, let me…Read more High Praise
For the last few weeks, the pastor at our church (let's call him M, shall we?) has been talking about topics that “no one wants to touch from the pulpit”. In short, he decided to take each week to speak on hot-button issues – at least the ones plaguing our day. He went from immigration…Read more Relearning civility
The very thought of “taking the high road” triggers two kinds of responses. On a good day and when one doesn’t have any difficult person that immediately comes to mind, the response is easy: “Of course we should take the high road whenever possible! It’s the right thing to do.” However, for the person who…Read more What everyone needs to know about taking the high road
I recall the very first time(s) I witnessed my baby smile back at me. Wow! Heart-stopping. It felt so genuine and as though it had been thought of for a long time prior to it actually happening. And it’s not as if I’d done anything especially nice to her for me to deserve it. I…Read more Sappy all the way