I’m a landlubber. Yes, I’ll admit it – my sea legs are as wobbly as a newborn colt’s. Probably has something to do with my first experience aboard a cruise ship while celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary. Wait. Did I say ship? My bad. it was more like an oversized cork, bobbing up and down on ...
Vitamin G
Guilt. AACCK! Do you grapple with it as much as I do? Oh, not necessarily gut-stabbing guilt over some deep, dark secret sin, or even lingering guilt pangs over past mistakes. Although I’ve had some experience with both. And I suspect you have too. The guilt that irritates me like a scratchy, stiff tag in ...
Dipping From the Well
When I was a little girl visiting relatives in rural north Georgia, I couldn’t help but notice that my great aunt Edith (we called her EE) had a working well in her backyard. (She also had an outhouse, but let’s not go there.) My sister Cindy and I would often toss pebbles into the well just ...
Stress-mas Survival
Hey BBFFs, I loved your comments after I introduced the topic of Stress-mas in my last post and asked how you handle the the performance pressure and general mayhem. (You always make my day when you take the time to respond!) Now, I’d like to make a few suggestions that I’ve found invaluable in freeing ...
Staying Under the Umbrella
I’ve been enjoying a lovely summer visit to the Smoky Mountains this week. A lovely wet visit. It rained nonstop for five days. Can you say mountain mud? My shoes are caked in it. But rain or shine, the dog must go out. And since this is the inaugural and introductory trip to our special mountain ...
