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,…

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…

Swans on our Rhine River cruise--photographed in 2014

Why Language Theory Should Be a Required Course

Saturday I witnessed a conversation that went something like this: Husband: I’m concerned it will take something egregious for him to see the truth. Wife: Egregious? What? Husband: As in bad . . . Wife: I know, I know. So why didn’t you just say bad? Just talk so people can understand you. Don’t you…