There is one thing my husband and friends mock and denigrate me about as if I were the queen of fools. Quite honestly, I’m sick of it. I...

I cannot imagine what California and New York are going through. Enforced isolation. Isn’t that a little like, um, prison? I know, I...

I resisted Pinterest for years. My daughters encouraged me to try it, but I couldn’t see the point. Add another time-waster to my day? I...

I’ve read and re-read my journal entries for the year, amazed at the messes, encouraged by the forward motion in spite of. Last year’s...

We became good friends, and I thought how cool it would be to write for a living. So eventually, I did. Little did I know 1) how long it...

Most conversations are simply monologues delivered in the presence of a witness. –Margaret Miller Isn’t a conversation a two-way street?...

I haven’t had so much fun in years. The counter-intuitive KETO-nutso diet really works, I guess, at least until somebody figures out that...

The phone call from my agent was less a thunderclap and more a gentle spring shower. I’d finished the darn manuscript three years ago,...

Christmas has come and gone, and with it, my balloon-like joy.  It popped the minute everyone left my house. Oh, we had lovely memories...

Family gatherings with all their differing perspectives and personalities are often difficult to manage, but throw in a history cluttered...

Be it an overloaded calendar, an unruly or inappropriate co-worker, a toxic relationship or activity, an adult child or friend that has...

I figured, yeah, I’d be one of about five people there. When I got there at six on the dot, all seats were taken in a room that held...

First, a change in assigned responsibilities on a new contract, and second; a tense conversation with one of the managers. It was a...

There are only two kinds of people in the end: those who say to God, “Thy will be done,” and those to whom God says, “Your will be done.”...

Point of trip: to divvy up the final remnants of my mother’s life. Mom died in 2014 of dementia. It was a whirlwind horror. She’d hidden...

I just returned from spending a week with my eighty-year-old mom. To say it was depressing is an understatement. Imagine a hermit crab...

Living as a Christian is a dramatically altered course, and I set my sails at age 27. Over the years  I have experienced the excesses of...

Most of my challenges have to do with self esteem. Think about it. When we are out and about and flitting around like butterflies, there...

Never feel self-pity, the most destructive emotion there is. How awful to be caught up in the terrible squirrel cage of self. ~ Millicent...

Until last night. The ill-fated and much-delayed financial planning meeting left us so stressed we were tearing at each other’s throats...