Musings
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First Errand
The car stopped in front of pump six at the gas station. Mom didn’t get out. Instead, she turned to me with a serious look on her face. “Amee, I need you to go in and give the man the money. I’ll stay here and pump the gas. You go inside and pay.” I was… Continue reading
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Palm Sunday
Today is Palm Sunday. The day Jesus entered Jerusalem with the crowd shouting praises and waiving palm leaves. I was thinking about that this morning and imaging what it might have been like. I started to feel a little jealous of the people that saw Christ. I would have liked to have seen Him. As… Continue reading
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Walking
I was a very romantic 17-year-old and regularly indulged in British literature. I also watched romantic comedies which filled my imagination with all kinds of wild ideas. One day while pondering why I didn’t have a date every weekend, I came to a startling conclusion. I wasn’t walking enough. All of the heroines in the… Continue reading
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My Easter Message
A few weeks ago, I hurt my left knee. It’s taking longer than I think it should take to get better. It’s been an uncomfortable time of bandages, physical therapy and ups and down as my knee progresses toward full healing. There is light at the end of the knee tunnel, and it hurt really… Continue reading
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Christmas Poem
In my house are many mansions said the Father of us all. Wrapped in swaddling, lowly manager shepherds heard angelic call. Precious child, dear Redeemer, prophets told throughout the years. Son of God, Grace descending on this earth of pain and fear. Go before us, dear Jehovah, guide our feet along the way. We can… Continue reading
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The Christmas Poem that didn’t happen
I write a Christmas poem every year. I’ve been trying for two weeks to write my annual poem. I’ve got pages and pages of really bad poetry. Nothing is coming. The monster called 2020 has eaten all good poetry and I’m left with stale gingerbread cookies. In the middle of being frustrated, I had an… Continue reading
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Sure Love Ya
My Mom’s family has a traditional goodbye saying. Sure Love Ya. It means goodbye, see you soon and you might drive me crazy sometimes but we’re still family. I have no idea how many times I’ve said that expression in my life. It’s probably been at least a million times. There is another tradition. Before… Continue reading
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A Hug from Grandma
I had a miracle this month. Even though my Grandma Theda died back in 2006, she found a way to give me a hug. A few weeks ago, I received an e-mail from Shawn Larson from the maintenance department at St. David School in Saint David, Arizona. I was really surprised. I’ve had this blog… Continue reading
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Poetry and the Helicopter
Have you ever had a really strange dream? I had one last night. In the dream, there was a lone sheet of paper on a brown table. This poem was written in cursive on that paper. dear madam, i am sorry for the trifling distraction caused by your pending demise yours truly, death My apartment… Continue reading
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Enough for Today
I struggle with anxiety. I’ve worked hard to learn coping strategies. The stress of COVID-19 has triggered me in many ways. It’s forcing me practice all the skills I’ve learned. I’ve felt strongly today that I need to share an experience I had this last week. I hope it helps someone feel less alone if… Continue reading