Every once in awhile, my muse goes on strike. Try as I might to coax her into a writing mood, she digs her heels in and scoffs at me. I hate to admit that it takes this drama to call my attention to the fact that I haven’t been taking care of her needs. “Reflection … Continue reading On Strike!

I am finally opening ‘the box’ I’ve intentionally overlooked for several years now. When we moved, over eight years ago, I located stashes of personal journals and collected them all in one box. There were fourteen of them. When I mentioned how many I had found, friends assumed I would re-read them and surmised how … Continue reading The Box

Several years ago, I stood at the jewelry counter of a large chain department store in Florida waiting to return two pieces of gold jewelry I had bought in their New Hampshire store a couple days before. When the sales clerk at the New Hampshire store realized I wanted my husband’s input on my selection, … Continue reading We Teach Others How to Treat Us

While out for breakfast recently, the wait for a table was extremely long. Shifting from one foot to the other, we all tried to avoid invading one another’s space, but the diners who had the misfortune to be seated nearby had the line spilling over by their tables. I was trying to be inconspicuous and … Continue reading Angels Unaware

After taking off on a United Airlines flight, I was immersed in my book when I thought I heard sniffling coming from the twenty-year old sitting next to me. Since I had just gotten over the worst of a head cold the previous day, I assumed the young lady was struggling with similar symptoms. A … Continue reading Overcoming Indifference and Reaching Out

It came to me...not all of a sudden but with a gradual understanding; like a sheer veil slowly being lifted. A veil that had been covering my eyes for so long I didn’t even know it was there. Early on in our marriage my husband was considering a real estate investment that would, naturally, affect … Continue reading Awakening

“What’s wrong? Are you disappointed?” My mother asked. She noticed that I seemed less than excited about the gifts I had received from her and my father. At twelve I was starting to question life, albeit, somewhat unconsciously. That Christmas season, I was curious as to what it was that made up the “Christmas Magic” … Continue reading In Search of Authenticity… the Journey Begins…