I thought about calling this post “Rocks in My Pocketbook” but I realize it would date me. Pocketbook is a bit passe, like etui or reticule or bodkin. So “bag” will suffice . Our church school’s curriculum for this year is using elements of music, art, writing, and drama in teaching the Bible. I was … More Rocks in My Bag
As I was telling a fellow blogger yesterday, my books are taking over my life. Last Train to Kingston is keeping me busy with marketing, signings, talks, and emails from people wanting to ask a question or discuss the book. The second mystery in the series, Last Rose on the Vine, is almost completed and I’ve … More Hashtag Chaos
Last Sunday Charley and I took a walk together. We love to walk around holding hands, but this was a bit different. It was a 5K walk/run fundraiser for the group that is helping Charley in his quest to end cancer – to find a cure for this disease – ZERO-The End of Prostate Cancer. … More Sunday Morning Holding Hands
During the news coverage of one of the recent marches, I noticed a young man with a sign that read, “Blink, Melania, if you need help.” It was something I myself often have thought about every time I’ve seen her in public with her husband, because there is no doubt in my mind that he … More Blink!
On Wednesday, March 8th we’ll celebrate International Women’s Day. It’s been around since 1913, but seems to have taken on new relevance during the last few months. Many who previously have been complacent are no longer sitting back. Women proudly and courageously are stepping forward to take the lead in sending out a message loud … More Signs
Our constitution affords us certain inalienable rights. It’s ironic to think that during this election cycle, one of the Presidential candidates actually is an alien. I’ve come to expect certain qualities in the people who have been deemed by their parties, to be suitable potential leaders for this country. Being an Independent, I choose to … More On Bullies
I celebrated twenty-seven Fathers’ Days with my Dad. He died in June when the roses along our fence were in bloom. I still have the card I bought him for that twenty-eighth Fathers’ Day he never lived to see. It’s tucked away with a photo of me and him when I was about two years … More On Fathers and Their Daughters