Einstein Goes to Portugal—Part 1: Einstein Nature

This story begins with a black and white fur ball, a howling, meowing, fit-in-the-palm-of-your-hand kind of kitten, whose tiny bruised nose once pink has a gash trailing a mysterious path.  “We’ll name him Einstein,” my husband Bill said with the force of one christening a ship, “because he was smart enough to survive the woods…

The Portugal Path

Bill and I love America. We often say how grateful we are we were born in a land with endless opportunities and freedoms … which is why we simply didn’t choose to move to another country.  With hindsight though, God has been preparing us over the years, through the little things for the large. But…

Are You Funny? Or Just Funny?

I thought I was funny. Many times I projected a thought for others’ enjoyment. They’d laugh. Thus, I figured I was funny. When someone didn’t laugh, I simply surmised my tongue-in-check dry wit didn’t translate. That is until recently. Husband Bill had read a book about enneagram personalities. Upon more research on the trusty internet,…

How Does Your Pendulum Swing?

Imagine the scene: a big blue bowl filled with popcorn is placed in front of Elizabeth Ann, who is all of three-years old. Sandwiched between Bill and me on our king-size bed, Elizabeth’s head is angled my way. She watches me while I pick-out one kernel of popcorn at a time, savoring each morsel, only…

What’s in a Name? Freedom or Bondage?

I got a pair of Kate Spade Keds in May and let them be one of my birthday gifts. I typically don’t feel the need to shop the name brands, and I’m pretty sure Bill paid an extra thirty or so dollars for the silver spade emblem placed on the shoes’ heels. My justification? The…

The power of prayer.

When That One Person Is You

One of the pitfalls of childhood  is that one doesn’t have to understand something to feel it.  By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened,  the wounds of the heart are already too deep.                                  …