Joy Bubbles

Joy Bubbles

I was in a strange place, surrounded by people I didn’t know. I didn’t want to be there. And then a memory flashed–my mom, talking about her joy bubble. My mother was an RN, the nurse on charge in her unit. Not everyone appreciated her authority and there were times the resistance got too much for […]

Craving Sparkle

Craving Sparkle

As a little girl, I loved all things sparkly. One of my clearest memories is of a pair of dress-up high heels—silver straps, clear plastic heels with jewels and glitter suspended inside. I’m now in the closet sparkle phase. I wear comfy clothes and practical shoes and live in a home with Mission style furniture. But I walk […]

Finding Hope . . . in an Empty Dishwasher

Finding Hope . . . in an Empty Dishwasher

I’m not a neat cook. I flagrantly ignore my mother’s advice: “If you wash dishes as you go along, it makes clean-up so much easier.” Clean-up in the midst of cooking seems to mess with creativity. And I’d rather spend time with guests than clean up while they’re here. So I leave it all for […]

As My Mom Thinketh

As My Mom Thinketh

My mom passed away four years ago. Today would have been her 98th birthday. Seems like a good day for reflecting. My father dubbed my mom “The Eternal Optimist.” She was a devotee of Norman Vincent Peale and quoted from The Power of Positive Thinking and the Bible in about equal measure. Her cure for […]