I am hiding upstairs. Why? Because it’s Halloween and I have a maniacal dog who attacks the door every time the doorbell rings and, because, I hate Halloween. It’s true.…
Dancing into Heaven
In honor of my mom, Sue Strother. One of mom’s favorite Psalms and Christian songs started with “You have turned my mourning into dancing, Lord.” She sang that song every…
Counterdependence can be Cool
Someone recently sent me a note after reading my blog and asked me how I had it so together. Momentarily flattered, I wondered how to respond with some humility. Then…
The Promise of a Road Less Travelled
Everyone’s journey is a road less travelled, a path without a map that is ours to walk. Along the way, we might be diverted by the footprints of others who…
The Only Way to Fly
Sometimes I get an inkling that I shouldn’t do something. It’s a feeling, deep in my gut. And most of the time . . . I do it anyway. Because…
