Channeling Nancy Drew

Channeling Nancy Drew

Searching A Mystery From My Past When I was a kid, I loved reading Nancy Drew books. I had every one of those yellow hardback beauties, but sadly I left them behind when I got married, and they are long gone.  It is my hope to one day replace that collection. I miss...
Five Decades of Time Travel in One Afternoon

Five Decades of Time Travel in One Afternoon

Reminiscing Over 50 Years… I have been traveling today. Traveling back in time and reminiscing over the last 50 plus years of my life. Family photos have a way of bringing back sweet memories of years gone by. Glancing over the various decades of my life, while...
Why Naming Your Inner Critic Is So Important

Why Naming Your Inner Critic Is So Important

Naming Your Inner Critic A few weeks ago I flew to Reno for my very first writers retreat. Not only was it out of my time zone, it was out of my comfort zone. I’ve always told my children if you’re comfortable you’re not growing. Walking to my departing flight, I...
Pulling Weeds from the Garden of Our Lives

Pulling Weeds from the Garden of Our Lives

What Needs Pulling In Your Life? I took the above picture of one of my flower beds in my backyard last week. It’s a succulent garden, and it can withstand a lot of weather; high winds, dry conditions, three feet of snow and even my dachshunds sunning themselves...
The Beauty in Our Scars

The Beauty in Our Scars

Finding Beauty Do you remember the scene in the movie Jaws when Richard Dreyfuss and Robert Shaw were on the boat comparing their scars? Their conversation became a competition and they proudly shared them as badges of survival from encounters life had thrown them....
Expectations of Life

Expectations of Life

Expectancy In The Life We Live I recently overheard a conversation between a father and his teenage son. As I sat drinking my coffee, I had to smile knowing that most if not all parents have this kind of talk with their kids. As the young man sat strangling his straw...

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