It was a slight commotion that caused me to turn my head. A small bird had flown down the chimney and into my kitchen. It fluttered desperately against a large picture window; its wings beating relentlessly and no doubt close to breaking its neck from trying to free itself. How useful in that moment would … Continue reading I am that Bird
an excerpt from my memoir, The Art of Midlife Photo by Dziana Hasanbekava on Pexels.com I never thought my breasts would grow to the size of nana’s. I can see that now, as I prepare for the shower, they certainly are getting there. I’m a writer, so most of my day is spent in pajamas … Continue reading The Size of Humility
a short story about cookies, finishing well and learning new ways. When I was growing up if anyone in our home wanted cookies, they would mix up a batch of chocolate chip dough that was the only kind of cookies that were ever homemade in our kitchen. After mixing up the dough, the “baker” would … Continue reading Our past doesn’t determine our future
The first time I loved Maine I was driving down Vassalboro road five long hours from home. The road was stretched out before us like the pan American highway; it was lined with golden fields and farm lands as far as the eye could see. Massive, round bales of hay dotted the country side like … Continue reading A Taste of Maine
A short article on the splendor of diversity Photo by Tina Nord on Pexels.com I enjoy watching birds, as many people do, they are splendid creatures deserving of our attention, not even Jesus left them out, reminding us that not one of these tiny frail creatures falls to the ground without the father’s knowledge. I … Continue reading Bird Watching and God
Sadly, it wasn’t until I became deeply involved in Baptist church that I understood the need for women’s studies.
There are times when my words seem way to big and messy for my heart expression. It's effortless to draw a picture with it's neat boundaries, limited palette and simple tools. I can finish relatively quick and sit back and look with bended emotions. Feeling a hundred feelings , surrendering to each one Without confusion. … Continue reading For this Child I pray
a memoir It's funny the things that trigger memories. For me it was my husband snoring last night. it made me think of all the times over my lifetime that have been particularly difficult because i am sensitive to certain sounds. I feel like i always have t o defend the truth, "Its a real … Continue reading Sound Sensitive