Wife, mother, blogger, Catholic ministry. I love to garden even when it goes wrong. Same with writing (and we know it can go wrong.) Believing that God is present in all of it.
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When Louis Walked In
I often say, “You never know who is in front of you.” My job is to learn what I can and to facilitate whatever needs to happen. Louis and his brother are in 9th and 6th grade and their parents (his Spanish speaking mother and father) came to sign them up for classes. Neither children…

Mental Notes From June
Well, if the truth be known, I used to post every day. I enjoyed it. It helped me express myself and my journey. But that was when time wasn’t as hard to come by and collecting my thoughts wasn’t like herding kittens. Please accept this apology from a Lazy Poster. June was a non-stop movement…
Seven Reasons I Love Camping
Okay, let’s be honest. I don’t always love camping. I mean, I love camping in my camper. But, I am officially beyond sleeping on the ground or peeing in the woods, (there I said it and I’m not sorry!) As I approach the half- century mark I no longer feel the need to prove myself…

Departure: Going Nutcrackers
***I waited to write this post until all Nutcracker performances were done lest I inadvertently send bad juju. Performances are complete and I maintain my position as a good citizen*** This is my youngest daughter during last year’s performance of the Nutcracker. This the first year in 14 years that I have not been…

Bugs and Love
Our 20th anniversary is approaching so I have been traveling down memory lane and thought this might bring a chuckle. Especially to those who know us. Many years ago, before my husband and I were married, he decided that we should go camping to his spot on the Moose River Plains. He wanted to show…

Facebook Respite
I’ve sat on this post for a while. But, this conversation came up again yesterday; why am I no longer on Facebook? Trying to explain it in some way actually underlines why I’m not. It makes me want to ask “Why do I need to be?” Here is the backstory: I closed my personal facebook…