The exercise was not an unfamiliar one — use actual photos and images from magazines to present a picture of your life to the group. We’d been warned so I had a few nice shots of my “framily” But the tension of how to convey in my 5 min what my 53 years have netted me Continue reading Remembering me …
Roger and Brittany, both former Peace Corps volunteers, stopped by for a post-orientation dinner along with Richard and Robin (who made this website possible). We talked world peace and friendship (mission of PC) and organizational goals of meeting needs, promoting positive image of US to host country and of host country to US. We also told silly jokes, solved numerous earth-shattering Continue reading My Peace Corps Inspirations!
In two days, these two bags will be all I have left of “my stuff” to see me through two years of the Peace Corps. I enlisted the help of my two other “greats” Liam and Lilah Beth to underscore that when I return from this experience, he will be 7 and she will be Continue reading Counting down …
Enjoyed an old fashioned sleepover with my great nephews (both a noun and an adjective in this case) last night which began with a winter walk (after, of course, feeding them because I am not totally unfamiliar with the care and feeding of growing boys). The walk started Continue reading “I Win!?!”
“I expect this to be right.”
That sentence is a bushel basket of apples filled to overflowing and placed on a hillside, a pre-holiday sale parking lot with only one spot left and three cars vying for it. In other words, it’s an accident waiting to happen.
Let’s dissect, shall we? Continue reading Expectations, etc.
Sunrise drive listening to the songs of my youth, looking forward to long walk with old/new friend and being reminded by Mellencamp that “life goes on long after the living is gone.” No intention of giving up the living any time soon!
You know the cars that only require the key to be in the vehicle so that you can push the button and go? My mother has one. My mother also has a big purse where that key usually resides. That’s the purse she had with her as my sister and I let her out at her doctor’s appointment. Any guesses as to what I might have said when I realized my screw up AFTER turning the car off several miles away? … And in case you ever need to know … Jackson, TN is not exactly the taxi hub of the state. Which is why rather than going to see my uncle in the hospital this afternoon, first my aunt had to bring my mother’s keys to me. … Less than a week at home and I’m 17 again!
At 16 I felt a “call” to “full time Christian service.” Had I been a male, I probably would have said the “pastorate.” But at that time and in the denomination I grew up in, that option was off the Communion table.
What that walk “down the aisle” to proclaim this commitment to my future to my congregation meant was Continue reading Journeys
Yesterday, I did. Continue reading Letting It Go