I don’t get zombies or reality housewives from any county. Mariah Carey irks me, and I can’t say why. I don’t like the pretty young grocery clerk, the one who’s too friendly to my husband. She imagines I’m invisible. Clearly, I’m not. Maybe it’s my age, maybe my area, but I find myself growing less…
Have you ever taken the Meyers-Briggs Personality Test? If so, once you saw “your letters” identifying you as an I-introvert or E-extrovert, or an Amnivert, a borderline, like I am, how did it make you feel? Defined? Labeled? A typecast? I wasn’t bothered at the time because I knew I loved being with people sometimes, while coveting…
It was a bad beginning when one of my high school English students began a sentence with “Me and George . . . ” interrupted by my correction “George and I.” It was a worse intro to hear a young physician begin her sentence with “Me and my partners . . .” on a state-wide…
Book Giveaway: Comment and/or like this page, Facebook site or email and your name will be entered for a drawing October 13. Two copies of Chicken Soup for the Soul: Miraculous Messages from Heaven will be given away. My story “Ears to Hear” is in it. It can be found in stores October15. The artwork…
I recently heard Beth Moore say kindness is not a weakness. This is one time I knew something already. I have often considered all of those Rude Judes as people who are extremely insecure and use their moods to manipulate others. And, I must note, I am always saddened by their responses. So in my…
Think late 15th century Renaissance Italy. Milan, to be exact; the years 1495-1498 to be exactor. A man well known for his great wealth and family name–Sforza–hired an artist well known for his wealth of talents and name now synonymous to The Renaissance Man–da Vinci. The Last Supper was painted on a wall that would…
