The Invitation: a good invitation?

You’re invited into a quiet, intimate conversation in your favorite comfy place. It’s just you and me in the pause you create in your day. Are we meeting in the morning at the kitchen table with a hot cuppa? Or is it the comfy, oversized chair near the window on a chilly, rainy day? This …

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We Need a Hero…

As I think about my life, I’m ever grateful for the hero in the story. When I was young, I watched The Adventures of Letterman on television. He was a cartoon, but he saved the day nonetheless! Faster than a rolling 'O' Stronger than silent 'E' Able to leap capital 'T' in a single bound! …

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Memories at the Bus Stop

I've been MIA for a bit, and I'm sad that's the case. Since I'm participating in NaNoWriMo this year, I thought I'd be a little more consistent with posts. (We'll see how that shakes out in reality, but it's a nice idea.) Here's a little memory I was thinking about this week. I wonder how …

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Paradigm: the Shift

Worldview. It's how I see, read, and understand my world. It's the lenses I look through, and like most people, I don't realize I'm wearing them. (Have you ever looked for your glasses, only to find them resting on your face where they belong?) I have taught online classes for home educated high school students, …

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Memories: Papa and Teddy Bear Love

My grandfather had a gentle heart, patient Southern drawl, and slow-moving ways. Mommy’s daddy towered over everybody, and his lanky, six-foot-eight frame ducked through doorways when he came to visit. Wet-combed, thin hair lay flat in the morning, but the shorter hairs on top rebelled as the day went on. Every memory is filled with …

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Remembering with Purpose

Do you wonder how a collection of my memories could be useful in your life? I’ve walked circles around that question and come to a sweet pause—the path diverges right there. I’ve gawked at the train wrecks in my storyline, captivated by the damage and long-term consequences. That never led to healing, transformation, or victory. …

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Early Memories: Gorgeous Horses

Gorgeous horses! Their size was intimidating up close. At a distance, tails swished to shoo flies. Standing next to them, the hair whipped, and I gasped. Most of the horses tied to the split-rail fences waited in the bright sunshine patiently. Some stood still as statues. A few gently shifted their weight. A spirited horse …

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