I like to imagine that I have my own bodyguard. A tough guy, who is equally intelligent. Imagine James Bond, minus the misogyny, following me around and protecting me from the world’s terrors. Oh, and the terrorizing is primarily internal, so he also lives in my brain. You know…phenomenal cosmic powers…itty-bitty living space. My brain… Continue reading When It Matters Most
“Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this tropic port aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sailin’ man, the Skipper brave and sure. Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour. A three hour tour.” The frustrating thing about watching Gilligan’s Island is that all the rules for what would actually happen in this scenario seemed to have been been tossed overboard in the storm.
The “Thread Family” is a group of people with a Facebook status that has been running strong since February 2013. There are over sixty-three thousand comments on the status update, and I don’t think there has even been one day when someone hasn’t commented. The people in the Thread Family are not genetically related to… Continue reading FREEDOM: The Story of the Bathtub Picture
I was sitting on my porch reading a Stephen King book when I had a scary thought. Ironically, the fear didn’t come from reading about an evil clown or an animal brought back to life in a Pet Cemetery. I was reading the author’s bestselling book, On Writing. This particular book is listed as one… Continue reading Honest Fear – The Love Addiction Trilogy, Part 2
Long before sin corrupted my life, a dysfunctional way of thinking had polluted my mind and my heart. In this 3 Part Blog Series I will attempt to explain what I have come to learn about Limerence, or “the love addiction”, and the way it corrupts the thinking of those it affects, and what I… Continue reading Honest Beginnings – The Love Addiction Trilogy, Part 1
It was ten days after the affair had ended. It was three days after my failure had been announced in a large public forum. I wandered into my husband’s study and sat down at his computer and created this Blog-site. As you may imagine, my head was spinning, my pride was still running rampant and… Continue reading Beauty in the Aftermath
Comparison dug its teeth into my heart. The irony of what I was experiencing was not lost on me, but it didn’t minimize the effect of the downward spiral of emotions I was feeling. A couple of weeks ago I was invited to speak at a women’s coffeehouse event at a church in Phoenix. The… Continue reading When Comparison Met its Killer
This is the tale of two women, the day God decided they needed to meet, and the morning they learned why. It was a lazy Saturday morning in February, and my husband and I were laying in bed sipping coffee while we leaned into one another and let time drift by with little conversation. We… Continue reading Serendipity at the Cappuccino Bar
He said he would be her friend. She said she had never had a friend like him. He said, “Let’s take a walk on the beach.” She said, “You can hold my hand.” He said, “I’ll write to you from England.” She said, “You can kiss me goodbye.” He said, “I want a Christmas wedding.”… Continue reading He said, She said
Last Friday evening I received a vile and disgusting comment on my blog. The writer, a male who resides in Ohio, gave himself a fictional name, and commented saying horrible things about me and my husband. The things he said were completely inaccurate. He made gross assumptions about our situation and my heart. He made completely inaccurate statements about God’s forgiveness. He assured me that I was not forgiven or redeemed.