What do you collect?

He picks up a shell from the shore. “This looks like a heart….sort of”, he says. Yes, it does, sort of. Close enough to add to the other sort of heart-shaped shells we collect. You tend to find what you’re looking for. We look for hearts. No special reason except the first time we spied a shell that resembled a heart it seemed special. They aren’t made in heart shapes....

When Belonging Doesn’t Mean Sameness

I don’t like coffee. There, I said it. I read blogs and listen to podcasts. I’ve seen the memes. Women who are younger than me – a lot younger than me- who write books, wear great earrings, who all seem to know each other. And they all seem to love coffee. Somehow I’ve told myself if I were ever in Nashville or Chicago or the next blogging conference I’d be...

Lost wasn’t on the map

My husband is the adventurer, the explorer. He wants to climb mountains and hike trails. I want to take photos of both. We enjoy the outdoors but our approach is different. Last summer we were on a trail off the Blueridge Parkway in North Carolina. It promised waterfalls and mountain vistas. We got unmarked trails, muddy paths and the sound of distant traffic that mimicked the sound of water. He...

Sweet Comfort {literally}

Comfort is a word with a double edge. We are urged to get out of our comfort zone and curb our indulgence in our comfort foods, the pint of Ben and Jerry’s we crave at the end of a hard day….not our best go-to. Comfort is familiar. It is routine and known and safe. It is also complacency and hiding and avoidance. When does the contentment that soothes your soul become...

Summer’s pull to let some things hang

They are gathering for Saturday breakfast in the back area of Panera Bread. This group of 10 or so are dressed in their church clothes; men wearing ties and most of the women are in dresses. Her hands were full as she held a plate in one hand and coffee in the other when another woman put her arms around her shoulders and whispered in her ear. The older woman...

Writing summer in pencil

Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. – Mary Oliver Summer has us in its full embrace. The traffic is lighter, the beaches are less crowded and the humidity is soaring. This is the quieter part of the year in South Florida. Schools are out making the daily commute less congested. Snowbirds are back north making parking at the beach easier. The sounds come from kids...

A little story about freedom

Our sneak peak of summer starts with a Memorial Day at the end of May. Some get a day off work, the kids get a day off school so we pack up the minivan and go to an overcrowded beach or theme park. We fly our flags, march in a parade and salute our veterans and sing let freedom ring. Less than two months later we have the biggest freedom...

Creativity and Faith

My hands are always busy. Doodling, writing, coloring, shooting photos, editing….it is a quiet busy but the eyes study, the hands move and the mind runs. The first drawing I did that was recognized for some artistic ability was of a postal truck. I was in first grade and my drawing was chosen to be part of an exhibit at our local Sears store. I liked that my mom encouraged...

When Friendships Lingered Like Summertime – Sally Olson

Mark Twain penned a story about Tom and Huck and their crazy rafting adventures as runaways on the Mississippi River. Barefoot and happy, they were. I know it. I feel the dusty roads on my shoeless feet, smell the mossy riverbank, hear the swish of the fat-headed bristle brush slapping whitewash on the picket fence. It sounds like summer. Do you remember days like that, when Time ran free? The...