I went to a personal development seminar. It was the first I’ve been to in years, since before Covid. I’ve gone to enough to get a degree. I’ve worked at others enough for a dual degree.

I was riding in the car with my husband one afternoon. It was a warm spring day outside. We were headed toward the theater and it’s dead center in a shopping area near me.

As I sat there, or rather, as I laid back in the dental chair; I didn’t really have anything else to occupy my mind other than with my own thoughts. Maybe it would have been a nice distraction if they had offered me a movie like they do for children.

I recently made my garden into a greenhouse. I was out working on my garden and had a surreal but pleasant experience. Ok, I know you're gonna think I’m loo loo, but I just had the subtly peaceful sense of my greenhouse garden plastic cover working with me, helping me if you will.

No, you don't know me.

If I say I am Christian do you know me now? No.

Sometimes I respond with a very curt and dismissive tone... I know I do it. I know I feel justified in the moment. I know I feel bad later. I didn't know how to change it until ... I became more aware, not of it, but of me... of what is going on inside me... just before I do that.

It bubbled up, coming forth gutturally from the deep inside, filling up my emotions and swirling around so violently as to burst itself through, into my conscious space.

Some holidays are forgettable or so much the same that nothing causes them to stand out from any other... This Christmas Eve moment is forever etched in our family's history... all because our female dog wouldn't eat.

I do not like going to the dentist as an adult. It’s not cause they aren’t kind, helpful, much more technologically advanced, and very useful; but come on, who actually ‘likes’ it?

1. If it won't matter in 10 years, it doesn't matter now.

2. If it would matter in 10 years, what would matter?-be clear.

I don’t know exactly why it has become my sanctuary, it just is. I was the typical kid that hated having to pull the weeds and everything else that Dad required with his garden.

This explains A LOT! Who knew?!

It starts with railroad tracks amazingly. The U.S. Standard railroad gauge or distance between rails, is 4 feet, 8.5 inches . That's an exceedingly odd number…

My family is more grown up now. We are all still at home, but there are no longer any little children. Basically each member of the family is doing their own thing each day.

I had a dream I’ve had before…