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Dual Citizenship

When Barry died, he traveled where I could not go yet.  His passport was stamped Heaven, mine was stamped Heartbroken. I was thrust into a country I didn’t book reservations for. Each time I asked my GPS ( God Prayer Service) for a ticket to Life Before, the answer remained the same.  No return flight.

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A Year in Heaven

A year has flown by in a merciful haze. One year ago, my husband had his final heartbeat on earth. But I am choosing joy today, not sadness, knowing that my (never late) late husband, Barry, has spent a year in his new home, (John 14:2-6) in his new body, ( Phil 3: 20-21)  and

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Recipe for Mashed Potatoes

Years ago, my late husband Barry and I were treated to a long overdue honeymoon. We were ecstatic at the idea of a week of surf, sand and the rarest commodity known to parents – solitude. We issued a very stern, “Do not Disturb” order to the younger children before we left, leaving our eldest

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The Best Christmas Card

I wrote this a few years ago and found it tonight, thought I would share with you, dear reader. My husband and I were driving the other day and I said to him, “I wish addiction took a holiday.” It doesn’t though. The trials and tribulations of loving a child with addiction issues never takes

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Sailor Take Warning

Two days ago, I needed to take my teenage son to Boston for a necessary medical procedure that his doctor doesn’t perform locally. Boston is a little over an hour from my home and I was dreading the drive. My late husband, Barry, was always the chauffeur when we had to go to Boston for

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The Best Boat Buddy

On a very rainy November day in 1977, I was seven years old and my mom was unusually late picking me up from school. As students began to trickle out to their waiting buses or parents, I was left behind. Anxiety and fear started to gnaw at me. A fellow seven year old neighborhood playmate,

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Good Grief

I have been challenged this week by a dear friend and the Holy Spirit to examine my thoughts and I want to share what I have learned. There’s a beautiful story in the Marine Corps Times I have been pondering and I believe it’s worth sharing. In 1942, in response to the American amphibious landings

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Thoughts on Healing

Well-meaning family, friends or strangers tell me that I will heal or that God will heal me.  As much as I believed that when my husband first died, now I have a much different perspective on healing.  Allow me to share my thoughts. Recently my son Beck called me and said he was on his

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The Noticer

In June of 2017, Major League Baseball Umpire John Tumpane was walking across the Roberto Clemente Bridge in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He was returning to his hotel after jogging and lunch, thoughts of umpiring the evening game in his mind.  Suddenly he noticed a woman climbing over the railing of the 79-foot bridge.  He asked other

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The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

Recently some dear friends embarked on an extended road trip, and their itinerary took them through Cincinnati, Ohio. My curiosity was piqued and I decided to research the name Cincinnati to see if it was a Native American name. It was not, but the story behind it both surprised and warmed my heart. I relayed

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