Tip of My Iceberg

I often find it difficult to get excited about the same old thing.  And if I lose enthusiasm, I find that I don’t work as hard at what I need to do.  I want to learn to delight in the moment, to be content with what is, not yearning for what is not or has…

Our neighbor, Jim, just returned from Afghanistan, safely, much thinner, but home.  He has fought in a war he didn’t begin so that others might have the chance to experience what we in this country often take for granted–our freedom and our value as individuals.  His folks have been courageous in their wait, hopeful in…

Words.  The means of communication.  Tools of expression.  The building blocks of understanding one another.  I have lots of words–I’ve been told I have a knack for filling air space with words.  Words can be useful, encouraging, uplifting, soothing and helpful.  They can also be hurtful, spiteful, hateful, disruptive, accusing and shaming.  Words can build…

Being adult is so very wearing.  Being responsible.  Being appropriate.  Being full of integrity.  Being intentional.  All require choices–good choices.  Which requires thinking and processing and making the decision to do what is right. As a parent, it’s often easy to forget about quiet moments when your intent is to help your children grow up…

I’m not going to lie–I’m not a big fan of Halloween.  Horror isn’t fun.  I have that kind of imagination that remembers the scary stuff way too easily.  And visually.  So the frightening costumes, excessive amounts of blood, cut off heads, dismembered limbs and the like don’t float my boat.  And the fact that the…