words

Dominos. Before you start imagining straight-outta -the-oven hot, cheesy goodness, I’m not talking about the pizza. I’m referring to the game…well, not the strategic correct way to play it, but the type in which you line all the tiles in a row and watch with satisfaction as each one topples the next one down. Yes,

Like most kids, I knew my place when it came to adults, especially those in authority over me.  I had always been a good student and hadn’t really ever gotten in trouble. Until high school.   I was serving as the “librarian” in our school choir which basically meant, I was in charge of filing

I was in college when two of my classmates died in a boating accident.  We were part of an intimate group of friends, and upon hearing of their death, we were utterly devastated.  While I had been to several funerals up until that time, I felt the death of those young men stung me so

“Sometimes I wonder if you really like what you do.” The “I” was my husband talking to me about my involvement in ministry. “Well, of course I do!  What would make you think that?” “The way that you talk about it…”.  His response hit me hard.  I love what I do in ministry.  I feel

Words are pretty powerful, aren’t they? When my oldest daughter was three years old, I was struggling with how to address her behavior. One could often hear me saying, “First, the terrible two’s. Now, the terror three’s. I don’t know what to do!!” I had heard about a parenting class and I jumped at the