I’m a refugee. Yep. A COVID refugee. Last Friday, Spouse tested positive for COVID so I (after miraculously testing negative) fled for the hills. Actually, it was Orlando, which is flatter than a flitter, to my son and DIL’s house. Since I maintained my symptomless existence and most of my optimism, the two of them ...
Who’s Your Daddy?
Right after I received the incredible news earlier this week that my Too Blessed to be Stressed series has just exceeded 1.5 million copies sold (THANK YOU, JESUS!!!), I ran across this awesome little piece I wrote back in 2008 for the combination devo/how-to I co-wrote with now-bestselling author many times over, Suzanne Woods Fisher, ...
Dancing With the Sunrise
An early riser, I hit the beach at 6:30 a.m. as the first hints of an approaching new day lightened the vast eastern sky over the Atlantic waters of Daytona Beach Shores. My family was enjoying the weeklong beachy timeshare we’d loved sharing for the past 40 years, since my parents had first purchased the ...
She Really Was the G.O.A.T.
In the wake of yesterday’s stunning shunning of America’s Olympic women’s gymnastic team by its world-acclaimed star, Simone Biles, I, like everyone else watching the drama unfold, am still reeling. Some are calling her brave for stepping down to let the team have a chance to win something (although not likely a gold medal as they ...
Dry Bones
A few weeks ago, before my feisty mother graduated to heaven, she wanted to visit the church on the same block as the Assisted Living Facility (ALF) she had recently moved into. To her, it just seemed like less hassle than rushing every Sunday morning to get ready to attend her regular church about 6 ...
Missing Her Already
Dearest BFFs (Blessed Friends Forever), if you missed my usual Thursday post this week, I apologize. But there was a good reason. A terribly, horrible, gut-wrenching good reason. I was enjoying a getaway at our Smoky Mt cabin on Wednesday when I received the call from my sister that I needed to come home ASAP. ...
The Daddy Dozen
The Daddy Dozen 12 Things I Learned from my Dad Frank Mitchell, 1926 – Christmas Day, 2018 Making a lady feel special is important; gentlemen never go out of style. (Daddy opened doors for me, took my elbow, and walked on the outside of the sidewalk by the street from the time I was ...
Calypso Chicas
The best part of being an author/speaker/writing coach is that you get to meet lots of new BFFs (Blessed Friends Forever). Well, maybe you don’t exactly meet all of them, but at least you sometimes get to know a thin slice of their heart through the lovely letters, photos and prayer requests they send. Since two ...
When You’re Barrel-Bottom Residue
Can you finish this all-too-familiar line, dear BBFF (Blessed Blog Friend Forever)?: Sticks and stones may break my bones … Got it? Yep, I reckon we all remember THAT one from childhood. (Along with – in my case – fatty fatty two-by-four, can’t get through the bathroom door.) .. but words can never hurt me. ...
When Old Faithful Turns Rancid
Patience. Kindness. I’ve been thinking an awful lot about these attributes lately. Especially in this era of socially acceptable impatience and rudeness. I feel like I should make the sign of the cross and wear garlic around my neck every time I sit at my computer. Yikes. I’m afraid to say anything for fear of ...
