Greater than All-You-Can-Eat
Have you ever been to one of those all-you-can-eat buffets? I’m talking about the really big ones that offer too many options to list – from Asian fusion to pizza & pasta, the salad bar, fresh seafood, all American, and don’t forget the most import… the desert bar! Jerry and I don’t visit these kinds
Take Her to Olive Garden
[read the next few lines in your best Michael Bolton voice] “When a man loves a woman, Can’t keep his mind on nothin’ else, He’d trade the world For a good thing he’s found” I’d add: “he does stupid things to make himself look good” … but that just doesn’t rhyme Jerry, my husband –
So, This Happened
I always hated cats. Stuck up, prideful animals. I grew up with dogs. My best friend growing up was a collie, Charlie. He was pretty much my only friend. We would go on long walks and talk for hours. We had to put him down after he became really sick. I swear I could hear
Gift of a Humble Husband
As I’ve mentioned in past blog entries my husband, Jerry, was ordained to the Permanent Diaconate for our diocese in May 2017. He carries the title “Deacon” which is derived from the Greek, “diakonia” which means to serve. In the Catholic Church, the deacon is called to “functions of the Word, Sacrament, and Charity” (from
Even the Dark is not Dark for You
After 2 glorious weeks in Jerusalem – sunny every day, not a single cloud in the sky, and temperatures in the upper 80s to low 90s (my kind of weather) – we came home to clouds, rain, and temps in the low 60s. I struggle with mild depression – SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) which compounds