Stories of Faith, Hope, and Love
I don’t know about your neighborhood or household, but around here, back-to-school fall activities are ramping up. (Then again, I’m married to a teacher and football coach so it’s more obvious than if he were in another profession.) It’s that time of year when summer melts into fall and vacation mode transitions back to regular routines. Unless you’re a dear friend of mine. She’s been in full-planning and anticipation mode for taking her entire family (husband, four
I have to say this summer is the hottest in recent memory (or else I’m just getting older and can’t stand the heat as well as before!) But read on for a little hope in a heatwave… A few weeks ago, we made our annual trek to Branson for the family vacation. And as usual seemed to have timed it to land in the middle of a heatwave. Now, I know that July in the
Hello from a slightly-less-stressed author! The good news is that the chaos has settled to within acceptable normal limits and my brain cells are talking to each other once again. Phew! But I have to say that in the middle the worst of it, I was reminded of a powerful lesson for life that I’m going to share simply to help spare you some of the agony and frustration. It all started with a traffic light.
Something has to change in my life. Okay, yes, I just saw my regular doctor for my annual physical and she says I need to walk more and yada yada something about stress and cholesterol. But that’s not what I’m talking about. And yes, I need to help sort out the Princess’ current lack-of-job situation so I can reclaim one of my coveted writing days and make measurable progress on the current work-in-progress. But that’s
Is it already two weeks into the new year? Yikes. Time really does fly the older I get. But one thing doesn’t change and that’s my love for new chapters and blank slates and fresh beginnings. (Even if my left eye is still flashing at times with a curtain of floaters to keep things from getting boring.) As I said last time: “I’m more than ready to turn the page to 2026 and start the next chapter
Good morning from Missouri! Yes, this girl dragged a lot of family (i.e. her parents, husband, two adult children, a daughter-in-law, and a grandson) across several state lines in a 14-hour drive from Colorado to Branson. Road trips in December can get a little risky with winter weather, but it was worth it! Why? Because our youngest now lives in Missouri and this is the busiest time of the year in his new job building hand-crafted furniture at
Some of you dear readers have been on my email list for long enough to remember (and have been praying for) our ongoing estate issue saga. For those who are new (or those who could use a quick refresher), here’s the shortish version: My mother-in-law passed away very unexpectedly in the fall of 2022 and my personal writing schedule took a backseat to wrangling the details of her complicated multi-state estate. (i.e. three states and three probate
On my way to becoming a published Christian romance author, I also blogged about my life as a special needs mom wrestling with chronic health issues and pursuing my dream as a writer. I called it “Encouragement for the Journey” and I can’t count the number of readers who thanked me for my devotionals. Devotionals? I just talked about what God was teaching me using the ordinary things around me. Stuff like watching countless football
This week marks the beginning of a new year with so many possibilities ahead. Coffee dates with friends. Bible studies with a small group. Trails to hike. Books to read. Stories to create. Meals to fix. Love to share. But things don’t always go according to plan! Case in point: 2023. I started off last year full of HOPE that we would get through the myriad of details to finalize my mother-in-law’s estate. ?Then we
“Mom? My shins hurt again.” Actually, the bad news started with a text message on a Friday night: Could you schedule me an appointment at OCR in 2 weeks? OCR being the nickname for the Orthopedic and Spine Center of the Rockies, a.k.a. the sports injury and broken bone doctors. One of whom we’ve seen too many times over the past few years. Let’s start with some background. My youngest son’s love of running started in