I dance in the kitchen. Hey, if the music lifts my heart or stirs me with a beat, I cannot help BUT dance. And yes, I’ll shimmy a little even in the grocery store if the music is good. Catching my breath from dancing, I was listening to a song by Big Daddy Weave called, “Redeemed”. The second verse goes like this: All my life I have been called unworthy/Named…
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Going Home
For 10 years, my heart had two homes. America with all its warts and beauty, and England….with all its warts and beauty. One wasn’t better than the other, just different. Two different lives and two different Homes. I knew that if I was going to…
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Year End Musing
How are you moving into 2025? As I get older, it’s funny how certain things increase in value and others are easy to let go. I value eye contact, deep relationships and kissing Jackson’s face. I value the sharing of good food with people who…
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Purple, Gold, and Glue
In my first official post as a blogger, let’s talk about glue, ancient oils, and Christmas. See the purple and gold on my Christmas tree? They have very special meaning. It makes sense to me that as I begin the share my journey from Shattered…
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Cowboy Boots
Shall I tell you a story? I bought those cowboy boots in 1990. About the time I turned 30. $110 was a lotta money. I’d just been paid for what Travelers Insurance (my job at the time) called “Super Weekend “. If we worked our…
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Memory Burgers
I confess to finding myself a little bit ridiculous. Last night I really wanted a hamburger. It was unseasonably warm so I lit the gas grill. Unfortunately it was also very windy and the wind kept blowing out the flame. The burgers had to be…