I was seventeen, home from college to watch my boyfriend, Jim King, wrestle in the regional tournament, then as now, at the end of February. The tournament and wrestling season over for us on Saturday, Jim's family invited me for dinner, or did Jim invite me for dinner at his house after church? I'm not…Read more A Life-Changing Moment!
Scientists are now saying by April 12, there will simply be no more water in the reservoirs.
And maybe you are like me, you may even work hard to get your Bible reading in every day, but you approach it like a job, a task, something to get through sometimes.
Since I am working on my second book of poetry, I thought I might post a few pieces from my first, pieces that relate to this Christmas season. Here is the first one. I hope it brings that amazing night into reality for you. One Night in Bethlehem She lay there in the cold, cutting…Read more One Night in Bethlehem
As a counselor, I learned about boundaries. They were tools to be used when people get hurt. You are supposed to teach your counselees to set boundaries or fences so that hurtful people are not allowed to continue hurting them. For instance, if a particular aunt continually says hurtful things to you, continues to bring…Read more Boundaries and the First 15
We lived in Monroeton, a tiny town in Bradford County, when I was a little girl. My mom ran a restaurant on the main street and though truckers might eat their lunch or supper down the road, they always stopped at mom’s for pie. Or so I was told. I think I was about three…Read more What shall I give Him?
Sunday morning we headed out on a familiar path up Route 6 through Tunkhannock, Laceyville, Meshoppen, and Wyalusing to Wysox where we made a right turn. To those who know well the area, that sharp right turn was in front of the old Poillet mansion and will lead you through Rome and on to Nichols.…Read more Muscle Memory and Road Trips