Treadmill Trash
I called our garbage company to schedule a pick up for the treadmill. The conversation went thusly: me – I need to schedule a pick up her – what do you have me – a treadmill, but I took it apart so it’s easier to handle her – is it electronic me – part of
Trepidation and Grace
I remember being 17 when my mother was going through the dresser drawers in my bedroom as she was putting folded laundry away. “They’re not mine!” The words of denial trickled from my mouth as my mom held up a pack of Newport 100s. “Pam must have put them there.” [sorry, Pam.] One lie flowed
Father, Into Your Hands…
About 21 years ago our youngest daughter, Lillian, contracted a bronchial infection that almost took her life. She couldn’t breathe, she was intubated, and she lived in a special tent for 5 days in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit at St. Vincent Hospital. She was only 18 months old. I remember holding her tiny body
Oh, Little Girl…
I used to think that people who said that they were ‘seeking their inner child’ were tree-hugging, pot-smoking, yoga-ing, new age, boomer hippies. They might be. But I also think they may may be on to something. In my last post, “Going Dark to Let in Light“, I disclosed a short statement about my experience
Going Dark to Let in Light
I’m going dark for 40 days… and I’m pretty excited about it. ✔️Facebook suspended ✔️Twitter on notice ✔️Instagram pic updated All three apps are now deleted from my tiny screens. Disconnecting from Social Media for the Lenten season is something that I’ve wanted to do for a long time but my employment – employee and
