Just say no This post—When the Need to Forgive Has Been Hidden—has taken us down some interesting roads. After we…
Dead houses In part 2 of this post, I dug into two very revealing dreams about my parents. Today on…
Adapting Today we’ll begin exploring why we sometimes don’t have any idea that people have wronged us, so we don’t…
Connecting the dots As much as I hesitate to begin a post with a story about my sister—Pam, The Almighty;…
The chain and the tunnel This spring, a dove family built their nest in our gutter, just outside our kitchen…
Remembering and forgetting Have you heard, seen or smelled something recently that reminded you of a special person, place or…
The revealer I attended a wonderful memorial service last week. My precious friend Charlene said good-bye to her sweet mother.…
Cause and effect Well, Peaceful Readers, it’s the Friday before Christmas. I’m sitting by the fire in my Chocolate Chair—a…
Brandon’s story Brandon’s parents are sociopaths. I told a lot of his story in the first series on this blog—Sociopaths;…
True colors Things aren’t always what they appear to be, Peaceful Readers. That goes for material things, it goes for…