Getting Drunk with Bing Crosby

As children, the Christmas stockings which belonged to me and my little brother, were handmade by my mom.  They were made simply, with red, green and white felt…and I loved them! My brother’s was shaped like a pair of Santa’s pants.  Mine looked like one of Santa’s socks.  And the best part?  Viewed through my young eyes and compared […]

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Panic Over a Post-It

I sat in the little pancake house surrounded by five women I barely knew with my head bowed over a Post-It note and a pencil.  I was praying.  Praying for words from God to share with a sweet, motherly woman named Connie.  After several minutes God decided to be gracious and gave me what I asked […]

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There Are All Kinds of Sugar Mamas

I have a marshmallow mama.  I don’t remember when I first I first referred to my mom as a marshmallow.  But when pressed to describe who she is and what she is like my first response is to say, “She is a marshmallow.”  I know what I mean when I say that, but maybe I […]

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Hoping for My Purple Front Door

I am afraid of bugs…but I hope ladybugs and butterflies find my yard a great place to spend their time. I am afraid of heights…but I hope to ride in a hot-air balloon one day. I am afraid of the dark…but I hope the power will go out sometimes, so I can have an excuse […]

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Birthdays and Baseball Bats

My birthday was a couple of days ago, pointing out not only the fact that I am another year older, but also that it has been a year since I last wrote on my blog…not for lack of time, or ideas, or desire.  Last year’s birthday was a wakeup call for me, and not exactly […]

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Breathing Deep

Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. That takes all of the strength I have in my body right now. Deep breath…forge ahead. I haven’t blogged for a few weeks now. It is not because I haven’t had the time or haven’t had anything to say. It is because I have been having a great big pity party for […]

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Love That Goes The Distance

The first thing that comes to mind when I ponder the word distance is loss.  I think of the distance between me and the people I love who are no longer with me.  My Grandma Laila, who died when I was nineteen, was the person who taught me what unconditional love looks like.  I never […]

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Fur and Sparkles

If you met me you would probably find me covered in both fur and sparkles…which doesn’t sound so strange if you are aware that I am both a dog trainer and a jewelry junkie. The fur to sparkle ratio is directly related to whether I am hanging out with four-legged friends or two-legged friends. To […]

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An Unrequited Love

At the sight of his tears I tore out of the crowded conference room like I was suddenly hit with the realization that I was naked. I had to escape. For he would not let me comfort him in the way I longed to and I knew he would be confused and overwhelmed at the […]

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The Gift of Being Naive

I have the gift of being naïve. Now I realize that naiveté is not featured as a spiritual gift in Scripture, but I would argue that it is a gift from God none the less, for He has used that gift in enormous ways in my life. This most vividly came into play about ten […]

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