RSS

Archive for the ‘recent posts’ Category

July 17th, 2009 - 5:00 am § in guest posts, recent posts

Reason Season Lifetime

People come to your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, [...][...]

July 16th, 2009 - 6:00 am § in most popular, recent posts, videos

“Lucy, you got some ’splainin’ to do!”

One of my all time favorite episodes of I love Lucy is the one where Lucy Arnez and Ethel Mertz are working the assembly line of a chocolate factory. What a classic! As the conveyer belt gets much too fast for them, they find creative solutions like popping the chocolate into their mouths, [...][...]

July 15th, 2009 - 6:00 am § in guest posts, recent posts, reviews, videos

faith coupled with action: “Notes From the Universe”

Mike Dooley is one of my most favorite people in the whole world.  I look forward to the “Note from the Universe“ that he sends to my email box five days a week.  Here is an example of one of his notes.  If you like what you see, sign up at his website.  It’s free! [...][...]

July 13th, 2009 - 6:00 am § in guest posts, recent posts

the rope swing

“C’mon, it’s GREAT! It’s so much FUN!  We’re right here. We’ll catch you. You’ll be fine. Just jump!  You don’t know what you’re missing. See? We’re all right here for you.”  The kids coached and cajoled me, their faces glowing [...]

July 9th, 2009 - 3:52 pm § in recent posts

…teacher hit me with a ruler

I attended a funeral today for a 19 year old man I didn’t know. To represent for Trece & her family. Mikey died in a car crash after the fireworks on July 4th. Trece’s nephew, Stephen, was in the car too.  After 9 nine hours of surgery, he’s recovering nicely.   Pride. Honor. Respect. Ri[...]

July 6th, 2009 - 11:20 am § in recent posts

A Mother’s Concern

  When I was diagnosed with breast cancer two years ago, my mom, Peggy, couldn’t handle it. I’m the youngest of her six children.  She doesn’t say it out loud, but I know she wonders if she did something wrong. We lived upstairs from a dry cleaning shop when I was little. Was it the che[...]