I look in the mirror for signs of aging. After all, this week I turned another year older.
I wonder if someone’s hair really can go grey overnight. You know, when they are terribly stressed or frightened. I think it’s true, but I’ll never know for sure… this is one area of vanity I’ve COMPLETELY caved into.
But its proven true—as people go through rough stuff, it often shows signs of age on them. Continue reading »
There I sit. In a large auditorium. The lights are dim and a soft instrumental version of “My Heart Will Go On” begins.
There is one simple question I pose to myself often. Especially when I feel out of sorts. Or disconnected. Or, as I often call it, “
Night settled in. Walking to my car I thought, what do I have to complain about? I can feed myself—walk—talk—and I don’t wear diapers. Things I take for granted. Daily. But not tonight.
The text message read, “…the guys are saying he killed himself yesterday. I can’t believe it.”
I stared at the skull-n-crossbones keychain hanging off the edge of my business bag. Right next to it hung pink flipflops.
Today’s post is a bit different. It’s a collection of wisdom taken from a book that took me f.o.r.e.v.e.r. to read. It’s title: ”The Greatest Salesman in the World” by Og Mandino. (if you have time, listen to Og’s story 
Sitting in a group with others, my mind is completely distracted with

My husband says, “Weeds again?” as I toss a baby lettuce and field-greens salad.
Grandma stared off in the distance— maybe a sea and lifetime away—as the voices of a dozen Mennonite children angelically sang, “…stille nacht, heilige nacht…” an old German song.