Scary Things Behind Your Doors
I can think of dozens of sitcom scenes where someone’s asked to tidy up, usually before someone important shows up. Then, the funniest moment of the show occurs when an unsuspecting character opens a door… and loads of stuff comes pouring out. Haha… rolls on floor laughing. We all...
The Bugs are Bugging Me
If God really gave us dominion over the earth, why am I losing? My neighbors may have heard me squealing recently while I ran away from a garden bed. Yellow jackets chased me onto the deck, my arms wildly waving. I was stung three times! While weeding, I’d disturbed their...
Put It Over There
(and Other Things We Say About Junk) Photo by todd kent on Unsplash I’ve already written eight articles about the clearing out at my house, and I organized them neatly in this list. I’m good like that — creating lists and piles of things is my jam. The lists keep me busy and help...
Journeying in His Grace
What a food pantry taught me Earlier this year, my church sent an email plea for its Food Pantry ministry. I’ve volunteered at and donated to food banks for almost a decade. I was already contemplating returning to this area of service post-COVID when that email landed in my...
The Magic of Matching
Writing Prompt: Dating as an Older Person In 2005, I met Bob — he was 57, and I was 45. The internet magically made our match on a dating website. Before I met him, a string of fellows wandered onto my list of matches. Coffees, lunches, dinners. Ho-hum. One-offs...
Escaping The Hurry
Can I ask you a personal question? Promise me you’ll answer honestly. Are you in a hurry? By that, I mean… Do you count the cars as you approach a stoplight and get in the shortest line?Do you change lines in a store or a bank?Do you multitask so...
Navigation for the Fearful
Writing Prompt #30: Decisions, decisions I’ve had trouble deciding much of anything this past year. So, I may not be thoroughly and clearly responsive to this prompt! It’s not that I haven’t tried to decide. I considered buying a waterfront property — twice! Then I pondered how much money...
My Husband Was a Keeper — In More Ways Than One
No one who knows me would doubt that I adored my late husband, Bob. He meant so much to me. Bob was the kindest person I’ve ever known, truly. He “saw” me, and still loved me — for that, I will be eternally grateful. When we got married, I and my...