Laughter with my girls.

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,…

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.                                  …

The Problem with Labels

  I ate green stuff for lunch, my most ingenious concoction yet. This yogurt, fruit and green nutrient powder blend had zero-fat and only three hundred calories. Even more ingenious was how it slid down easily in my four-minute dash to lunch duty. Empowerment infused me just glancing over the display of vitamins, minerals and…

The Vanity in my Makeup 

“There are no grades of vanity, there are only grades of ability in concealing it.” Mark Twain, Notebook, 1898 I’ve been distracted lately, uncomfortably so. Newscasters, celebrities, models in magazines, even those who are never in a spotlight, have me wondering why everyone is so glow-y. Their bronzed faces and merging strips of illuminator with…