Wednesday, May 30, 2012


 Rose red bushes swaying in the North Mountain breeze
Daises patched up like white pom poms
through fields of purple wildflowers
Bluebirds parked securely in the grayed box on the oak
Morning doves spread brown wings
beneath brilliant green hummingbirds zinging in to feed.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

My Big Beautiful Fat...

My yard is getting bigger and bigger as my weeds continue to flourish. My front lawn has grass; my back lawn is now an herb garden, created from basil, oregano, and rosemary I planted several years ago. My garden is cut in half evolving into another weed field disguised as "Lawn." It is green and can fool anyone driving into the driveway as long as they do not get out to walk through the lush green side yard. Since, I am obviously powerless over weeds; I reasoned that if I cannot beat them, I might as well embrace them. Hence, I no longer call Dandelions weeds. Instead, they are magnificent yellow beauties! I go out and cut pieces of my back "Lawn" aka. herbs, to use in my wonderful sauces and salads. The herb garden boundary boards were crossed many years ago with rosemary and basil traipsing off together into the wild green/brown yonder just frolicking away. I say, let it rip! Go wild herbs! Now I trim them with the lawn mower.

One year, I just knew I had them; I used landscape sheeting. Worked my ___off neatly putting it in rows so ne'er a weed could escape. I won, I thought, as I proudly walked into my house and collapsed on the couch. Did it stop the farm grass and prickly grassy squishy thingies? No, instead the thingies calmly plopped right on top of the sheets and happily grew three feet tall.
Today was the final surrender when I mowed my grandson's 9 x 12 sandbox, swing set area because the weeds were growing up through the sand!

Today, I have won, because with my trusty rusty Lawn Boy mower, we are a force to be reckoned with! We mow over landscaping sheets, sand, and whatever else gets in our way. I get some exercise and the weeds get a haircut. Compromise; it works every time.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Excerpt in book about our dear friend who touched so many lives including mine.


     I raised my hand and shared that I had just moved
here and my boyfriend left me. I shared that I did not know
anyone, and now, I wanted to die. Then, a man with brown eyes
and slicked back brown hair began to speak. He had a deep
southern accent. He shared about his experience in early sobriety
with a relationship break up, but he eventually met the love of
his life, prayed with her, and married her. Immediately, I felt the
black begin to lift. I felt the warm ray of hope begin to blanket

Tuesday, May 15, 2012


“No way, no damn way I’m doing this.” I said to Linda as I backed away from the flames, changing my mind about walking. Soon, people I had sat with began walking across the coals with Tony. I thought again as I did when I was trying to get sober and watching other people do it; if they can do it, I can do it. I said out loud, “Okay, God, come on, we’re doing this.” I walked up and stood in line still shaking. Soon, I was standing next to Tony.
“You ready,” he said flashing that enormous smile.
                  “I’m as ready as I’m ever going to be,” I replied. Tony took my hand and we walked across the coals. He told me to repeat the mantra, “cool moss, cool moss,” and look up. We had learned inside that when you look down, you are in your body, but when you look up, you are in your mind. He used the analogy of a person who is sad, looks down at his feet when he walks. Therefore, looking down at the coals, brought reality very close, creating fear and pain. Looking away from the coals aided in the ability to use mind over matter. I took a step out onto the coals. It felt like popcorn under my feet as I gingerly put one foot in front of the other. Two of his helpers stood at the end of the walk. They took my arms and told me to step into a pan of cold water placed at the end of the 12' walk. I did that and then an immense euphoria overcame me, and I was screaming, “I did it, I did it!” 
              Walking on fire at this basic level event was 'not so much about overcoming the fear of walking on fire,' as much as it was about destroying the notion that whatever you think is impossible to achieve, is possible. The firewalk is a technique for turning fear into power. Overcoming this fear is presented as a step in restructuring one's mind. For the next couple of years, I spent many weekends assisting Tony, helping others walk the firewalk.

Friday, May 11, 2012

I am reading a diary of a boy who lived in 1805 on a farm. My next book starts in 1840, so I am looking for the correct regional language, etc. Thought this was interesting. Wondered if anyone had heard or seen one of these. Or, you may want to make one.

This was called "Summer cloth," which had nothing to do with summer, but stemmed from sumpter meaning burden or burden-horse. It also is a beam in an old house known as summer beam.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012


Awesome morning sitting outside with my coffee. It is 7:30 AM and I am blessed to be alive, filled with friendships, wonderful family, and my dog, Kato. Went to Sight and Sound Theater with friends yesterday and saw, JONAH. OMG, it was awesome! It is a 2.5 hour trip and is the biggest faith-based theater in the US. I love going there!


Thursday, May 3, 2012


I have been asked by many people how to buy my book. The easiest route is go to my website to order it, or contact me and get it at the WOTC on Saturday night.  Go to Amazon or Barnes & Noble to get the ebook. Or you can get it on Ipad. In addition, I am having a book signing at the Winchester Book Gallery on May 12. You can buy it there then or buy it there now.

Click on the link, scroll down to order.

You can also play my video.