I did it. Yep. No denying it because I surely blew it. Again. I opened my big mouth when I shouldn’t have and, in the guise of an urgent prayer request, repeated the private need that a dearly loved sister in Christ I’ll call Marnie had confided in me, to someone I was sure would “keep ...
Kisses For The Twit
I was doing the headless chicken thing that I do during the hour prior to a speaking gig – rushing about to and fro setting up my book table, getting mic’ed, going over the program itinerary with the LIC (Lady in Charge), instructing my book table helper in my KISS (Keep It Simple Sister) bookkeeping ...
Sting Is Not Just a Singer
It was the middle of a tennis match. An important one. I was in a semi-crouched position at the baseline, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, ready to receive the serve when I saw it. A black leggy insect flying toward me 90 to nothin’ – like a ding-dang kamikaze pilot – ...
