an emotional day, as whitney houston’s memorial was held. talent and heart and faith and humanness all wrapped up in one life. and they used the service as a chance to proclaim the gospel..the best news yet. oh, how i hope that...

  my world has seemed a bit flat lately, numbness in parts of me that used to be passionate and bold and it bothers me. apathy. but, it is one of the ways that the body and the mind shield itself from feeling too much of...

today, i am taking inventory. not the easy kind…sorting out which clothes still fit, identifying which groceries need to be bought the tough, very personal kind. what drives my day? why is it so easy to find fault and blame, and...

It is Father’s Day. A celebration of love that is woven deep within us. I miss my father. He had a quirky sense of cool that I always admired. A man of few words, he knew just how and when to make me laugh. He was great JOY to...

if you know me well, you might know….i love shoes. my father started it. although he was extremely conservative when it came to the purchases that he made, all the rules went out the window when he ran across a good pair of...

don’t you love it when things turn around for good after you have waited and hoped for them to, without knowing if things will work out, especially if the odds have appeared to be stacked against you. oh, i do. i love it when...

it was my second round of in vitro.  the maximum amount of hormone inducing medication injected into bruised muscle. trying to start our own family was a commitment that involved driving 45-minutes every other day for blood work...