90 Day Lock Up
90 days are a roller coaster, seem like forever, and feel like lock-up. When I discerned out of 20 years of youth ministry, my spiritual director gave me guidelines to follow: No official ministry or job for one year giving me time to heal and learn to listen to the Lord. Find a hobby, discover
Don’t Blink
Our treadmill is in a partially finished area of the basement along with Jerry’s weight set, universal machine, a freezer, filing cabinets, and several bookshelves filled with our daughters’ books. This afternoon while sitting on the floor putting on my running shoes to hit the treadmill (it was raining outside), I began to stare at
Roar and Fear
One of the biggest events for our city is one of trepidation for those who hold preconceived notions of others. Roar on the Shore, began in 2007 with about 10,000 motorcycles that descended upon our city and took it over for several days. Erie made national news as celebrity Peter Fonda (“Easy Rider”), first grand
Little Girl, Rise
There are days that I allow myself to sit and wallow in my ‘unworthiness’ wondering how someone like me… an unassuming nobody, can hold any value or have anything to contribute. And, now that I’m retired/semi-retired/on sabbatical, these thoughts creep in more frequently adding new layers to anxiety and depression. Over the past 20 years,
Why I Quit – Part 3: Philosophies
When I was hired by a local parish as their Director for Youth & Family Ministry my husband and I registered as part of that church community. Prior to this position, I had been in diocesan ministry for 6 years which can make it difficult to be part of of single parish family since a
