My Bad

“If you can’t be a good example then you’ll have to be a horrible warning.” Catherine Aird I hate being a bad example. I would much rather be and example, a paragon of virtue. Unfortunately, I can talk well but have a hard time doing the walk. If you read my last post, you will […]

World Peace and Prayer Day

“World Peace and Prayer Day/Honoring Sacred Sites Day has been a 20-year tradition that promotes co-existence among all peoples and nations The motto “All Nations, All Faiths, One Prayer” has been the vital part in the solution of healing this ailing Mother Earth. Whether it is at a Natural site, a Church, a Mosque, a […]

Kid-Spotting*

Years pass and disperse people. They pick them up and fling them to far corners. That may give too much responsibility to the years and not enough to individuals, but, still… I seem to spend as much time in cars and planes as I do in front of my own fireplace. I have the desire […]

Missing…

My breath catches and my heart skips a beat when I see or hear a report of a missing person. My mind goes to the dark place of wondering that I visited when my children were old enough to be out on there own but young enough to cause concern when they were off of […]

Send that Gift…to a Mother Who Needs It!

It’s Mother’s Day. When Anna Jarvis trademarked the name in 1912, it is said that she specifically wanted it to be singular, rather than plural. Her intent was that individual Mothers would be celebrated, not all of the Mothers in the world.* I don’t have the imagination to think of each individual Mother in the […]

mean-ing

Originally posted on shift to happy:
I wonder if cancer survivors everywhere, like me, cringed when Lucy Danziger, the editor-in-chief of Self Magazine, issued an apology last week. I’m sure you’ve heard about what Self did, but if you haven’t, the story is this: A woman named Monika Allen, who was undergoing chemotherapy, ran a…

Father’s Day

Dear Kids: Your father is my REAL “father” hero. From the moment you entered the world (or for you, son, within an hour) he was with you all the way.  In the wee hours of the morning he would lift you, crying, from the bassinet and change you, quiet you, and bring you to me […]