If ‘merry’ and ‘happy’ are the wrong adjectives for you this season, allow me to introduce two people who have welcomed others to join them on their paths of grief, and the faith that transforms it.
Ahh, the single life – freedom of schedule and full kitchen privileges – and no one to bring you a towel while you’re standing in the shower the morning after laundry day. Wonder what it would take to train a service cat…?
An Intimate Moment
It was an intimate moment, VERY, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the presence or lack of clothing. Two hours later, it still lingers, and it didn’t even happen. Before I woke this morning, my friend was showing me around his new media room. This is a guy I could have married, if …
An Honest Dandelion
Children are precious, especially when they’re still in the innocent stage of seeing every colorful bloom as a beautiful flower. For a few years, those plants we invest hours and paychecks in eliminating, known to us as weeds, are bright perky flowers the color of sunshine, a wonderful way to express love. Best of all, …
The Man I Would Marry
During one foray into online dating, many years ago, I was asked for 5 characteristics that I wanted in a man I would marry. Fair question, a good one really, and I gave it some thought – how would I pare down a list of preferences and must-haves into the top 5 without losing some …
The Commander’s Lady
Our relationship started with the idea of Cinderella – a one liner about the need to get back to clearing cinders from the fireplace. It was a lovely whirlwind, and I was convinced I had finally met my prince – especially on the day that he invited me to, of all things, a Ball. Yes, …