Maya Angelou said that "there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." Virginia Woolf pointed out that "if you don't tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people." Do we believe this? When a story grips us is it because something of real life touches something deep... Continue Reading →
Childhood Christmas Wish
Sweet Belgian waffles and powdered sugar decorated my plate this morning at Verbena's Cafe. And, while "Seasons Greetings" was artfully proclaimed by the red and green place mat, no holiday message could compare to the delightful childhood memories conjured up by warm waffles and syrup - not even the ridiculously strong coffee poured often by the smiling wait... Continue Reading →
Grave tending
Somewhere in the midst of my early college years and battle with an eating disorder, I memorized Romans 8, allowing the words "there is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus" and "nothing can separate you from the love of Christ" to resonate deep inside my heart. This morning Romans 8... Continue Reading →
Rain Drops on Roses
As a child, I was enchanted with Julia Andrews' rousing rendition of "My Favorite Things." When I was upset or afraid, I would often hum the chorus: "When the dog bites / When the bee stings / When I'm feeling sad / I simply remember my favorite things / And then I don't feel so... Continue Reading →