She said she’s going to start a blog to get her thoughts out so that people can hear what she has to say. I’m not reading it, or searching it out, on purpose BECAUSE she has HORRIBLE grammar and her spelling isn’t much better. In her defense, she writes the way she speaks… sigh, everyone’sContinue reading “Blogging About A Blogger’s Blog”
Today is Sunday. I didn’t go to church. I didn’t even sign in to an on-line service and there are a lot of those. I’m looking for a Pastor who is starkly in the middle of Osteen (motivational) and Shambach (no nonsense fire and brimstone). It would seem that the “heavy weights” of Kingdom work haveContinue reading “Chronicle of an ex-Church Girl/Lady”
…is that I get hungry, which doesn’t fit well with my so-called diet plan. Right now I want popped corn. NOT that stuff in the bag, but the stuff you have to make on the stove with butter and that wonderfully seasoned salt! deep sigh My tummy is growling because dinner was actually 5 hoursContinue reading “The trouble with staying up late to write…”
At this point I can write what every I want because I am virtually unknown by the masses. Some of my friends don’t even know that I am a self-published author. I say self published, because I wanted to see my words in print and it was the quickest most direct path to total resistanceContinue reading “The wonder of anonymity”
Isn’t it wonderful to find that you’ve paid for something you’ve only used once and you’ve paid for the entire year!? I’ve got to say, this will go onto a sticky note and and onto the portion of the desk I see most often.
On my desk sits a grinder of pink salt. I’ve read all of the info that came with it and I still don’t get why it’s pink. It happens that way sometimes… we don’t always know all of the facts, but we make the choice to do or not do – eat or not eat.Continue reading “Himalayan Pink Salt”
New Mercies! I woke up this morning with a renewed sense or purpose. My husband’s prayer before we fell asleep caused my heart and my mind to want to rise to my fullest potential. It is sad commentary to say that at this “stage” of my life. In the seventies I’d have been considered aContinue reading “Hello world!”