Shhh … Here’s a Clean Little Secret

Shhh … Here’s a Clean Little Secret

The secret? Some people could complain a ton but just don’t. My Uncle Herb is one of these men of few whines. You may have recently read about my swashbuckling escapade to Uncle Herb’s and Aunt Janet’s home via a dense-mud country road. Touché mucky terra firma! I’ve...
Just Keep Going!

Just Keep Going!

“Just keep going!…Just keep going.” You no doubt are familiar with these three words, but are they just some hollow pep talk? Last week I put “just keep going” to a full-throttle test as I revved my all-wheel CRV across a rain-gullied, mud-sloughed country road....
Hello, I Did it!

Hello, I Did it!

I know well the pendulum of I can’t vs. I did it. Maybe you do too. Years ago while recovering from a hospital stay, my mom visited me while my dad attended a business convention. Our first morning alone together, I made breakfast while Mom dressed. When Mom reached...
Why Getting Older Is Wonderful

Why Getting Older Is Wonderful

Getting older is wonderful. This weekend, I end my decade in the 50s. Awww. . . it’s been a tremendous ride along the sharp curves, bumpy roads, and smooth sailing of ten more years of life. As I sift back through some of the highlights of my years past 49, I decided...
You Do the Math

You Do the Math

Some days it’s more challenging than others to make our words count for the positive and good. I know for me, sometimes my way with words just gets in the way. Sometimes I let my quick wit or well-reasoned opinion overshadow patience and kindness in dealing with...
3 Rewards of Being Neighborly

3 Rewards of Being Neighborly

“Frances, Frances, hello, Frances!” Oh, the rewards of being neighborly. It really does not take much effort to stop and say “hello” to a neighbor. I’m willing to bet you can even branch out past the people who live directly next to you. My dogs and I have long made...
Let Grieving People Grieve

Let Grieving People Grieve

What I am writing to you makes me well up with tears. Tears of sadness, tears of life just doesn’t have to be this way. Maybe even tears of anger and disbelief. The front page of my local paper today headlines the story of the Colorado Springs father of five who,...
Why You Belong in a Bowling Alley

Why You Belong in a Bowling Alley

We all want to belong. We long for that place where everybody knows our name and they are glad we came. Thanks, Cheers.(I know, now you’ve got the Cheers song running through your head too. Thanks, Beth.) We were born to live in connection with others and you do not...
Why Weed Your Own Life

Why Weed Your Own Life

Weeds are the bane of me. I am NOT a fan of weeds (I like them less than squirrels). It seem like even if I put down double layers of weed barrier under my landscaping rocks, the pesky plants still find a way to grow on top of dirt wedged in the rocks. Grrrrr . . . ....