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Today’s Speaking Engagement at WWW

First thing this morning, my dad called and told me that he had left his suitcase behind yesterday in his haste to get out of the house on time. All his medications were in there, as was his laptop. So I needed to drive and meet him halfway between our town and his and hand off his stuff. The only problem? I was supposed to speak at the Wednesday Writers Whatchamacalit Facebook Group at 11am and there was no way I was going to make it back in time for that.

So I did what any half-way reasonable human would do: I found a place online that would record me giving my presentation, along with my slide show, and I recorded it and sent the link to the group, promising to come back and do a Q&A in the comments section once I was home.

So that is just what I did and it went really well. You can watch the whole thing for free here (you may need to register for a free account with Panopto first.) or go here for the WWW group and comments

Our 24th Dating Anniversary

It’s the anniversary of our first date, so I’ve been reminiscing with the kids about why I fell in love with their father.

Not a great photo, but one of us tonight

“I fell in love with your dad the day he stood up for my right to choose who I wanted to be with and what I wanted to do, even if it meant I wasn’t choosing him or what he wanted. And we’ve stayed together, despite our many, many differences because he continues to let me choose, even when it sometimes means not choosing him and his pathway sometimes.”

Because I cannot resist a good pun

Personal Creed

We’ve been talking about Personal Creeds in church lately, so I thought I’d share my own personal creed:


I believe that love can conquer hate, that kindness can break barriers and that we should try to leave the world better than we found it.

I believe that we should respect our fellow human beings, regardless of their race, gender identity, or sexual orientation, and that we should reach out to help the poor and the powerless.

I believe in the power and the magic of the written word, the satisfaction that comes from hard work, and the comfort we derive from our family and friends.

I believe that pain is always going to find us in some form or fashion and that how we react to that pain determines our path in life. I choose not to wallow in it, to always try my hardest to accomplish what I say I am going to do, and to not just find the light in darkness, but persistently stumble towards it.

Every person owns a beautiful story; I learn best by listening, not judging. By learning about another, I learn about myself. I strive every moment of my life to make myself better to the best of my ability, to share all that I learn in that process that all may profit by it, to take what comes with a smile and without loss of courage, to be considerate of people and things in everything I say and do, to appreciate beauty everywhere I look, and to find the best in others.

What Reminds Me of My Grandmother?

Four Generations

What is one thing that reminds you of your grandmother?
I only had one official grandmother growing up, as my mom’s mom had died before she even got married. Something that reminds me of my dad’s mom is those little tiny rocking chairs for little kids. She had one on her porch that my sister and I weren’t allowed to use because she kept it around for the pastor’s daughter to sit in when she visited. Why? I don’t know. She never really liked us; I’ve always thought it was most likely because we were adopted and therefore not really related to her.

I always considered my cousins other grandmother my grandmother, too. She had a bajillion grandkids of her own, but she was always very nice to me and my sister. One year at Christmas she gave me a bell ornament, which I have out year round. When she passed away, my aunt gave me a scrapbook her mother made of photos of me from various events and a bunch of notes and cards I’d sent her over the years. I miss her.