November 16, 2025 (This essay was first published in Soul Salsa, 2020) As we all prepare for Thanksgiving, I thought I would share a funnt memory from my childhood that just might contain a little lesson for all of us. I used to enjoy baking with my mom when I was growing up, and one Thanksgiving she let me make the cranberry walnut bread all by myself. I had never made it, but I had seen my mom make all kinds of breads, including yeast breads. I followed the recipe, mixing e

February 16, 2025 Lately I’ve been listening to voices of love and courage to keep my spirit anchored in this storm. I fondly remember my...

March 17, 2025 Photo from Pixabay I have long resisted putting a television in our bedroom, especially in these years of menopause with...

Written December 23, 2021 Reposted Dec. 24, 2024 My childhood home was filled with music, especially at Christmastime. I developed an...

March 13, 2022 If I had to name two life lessons that have been the hardest for me to learn, they would be patience and letting go....

It was a Sunday much like this, 28 years ago today. Art and I were watching the football playoffs and I was quite pregnant with Taylor,...

The training for my new position has included some valuable reading and self-assessment tools. Any time we want to truly help others, it...

I am catching my breath after my first week of a new job. It looks like the weekends will be the best time for writing and blog work. As...

December 17, 2021 “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a...