Failure… Or Opportunity?


Have you ever experienced a time in your life when everything you’ve worked so hard for seems to be falling apart?

What if you found out the very worst time in your life could be the jumping off point for an entirely new direction of something even better than what you had?

Sometimes the best things in life are hidden from us because we settle for mediocrity.


Living Life Forward, Understanding it Backwards



When we want to move forward, sometimes that’s the very best time to look backwards.

“It is perfectly true, as philosophers say, that life must be understood backwards. But they forget the other proposition, that it must be lived
forwards.”~ Søren Kierkegaard


Focusing exclusively on the past isn’t helpful, but neither is ignoring it.


Having New Ideas


“The difficulty lies not so much in developing new ideas as in escaping from old ones.”  

~John Maynard Keynes

Ideas tend to wrap themselves so deeply into our psyches, they affect our lives on a daily basis.  Many of these ideas are simply playing in the background; we aren’t even aware of them.

It can come as a shock when someone says something contrary to our comfortable idea.  We might push their idea away as crazy, foolish, ridiculous, or even offensive.  But, what if…. More

The Good News About Fear


Fear.  The very word can speed up the adrenaline and heart.

There are two types of fear: healthy and unhealthy.




Alaska, Iditarod and Fairies


Thanks to everyone who sent prayers, emails, and other well wishes after my aunt passed away. My husband, daughter, and I went to the service last Wednesday and had our time to say goodbye. She was well-loved and it was a bittersweet time to share with her family. I’m feeling so much more at peace now. My uncle is doing well, they had an incredible marriage and were together when she passed peacefully. I’m looking forward to seeing him again soon.

The day after the funeral, we left for Alaska to visit my mom and see the Iditarod. My family has been involved with the famous dog sled race since the first one in 1973. It was very healing and exciting to be there again.  I will admit, this was my first time being a K9 Fairy!  We had to wear our dresses, boas, and jewelry on the outside of our snow gear.  That was quite an experience!

Mom told me lots of stories I hadn’t heard before, and the three of us had a good time.  She pulled out a huge box of old letters and piles of old photos, most of which I’d never seen.  It was a good step towards more healing and connecting; God truly blessed this time together.

I hope you enjoy our trip:

Circling to land in Anchorage

Circling to land in Anchorage


My Heart is Aching


Loss is always hard…

Yesterday I learned my aunt passed away and my heart began to break. She and my uncle were incredible sources of support and encouragment during my estrangement from my parents. They demonstrated unconditional love and acceptance all these years and I’ve been so grateful. They nearly leapt with joy when they heard my mom and I were finally seeing each other last summer. It was amazing how they could remain separately supportive of my mom and me. They let me take the journey I needed…in my own time.

They lived in Hawaii when I was growing up, so I rarely spent time with them before my high school years.   As an adult, I’ve made an effort to see them as frequently as possible, and I always took my kids on an annual spring trip to spend several days.  But of course, it’s never enough.    More

My Hometown


Montgomery Gentry sings “My Town” with enough pride and enthusiasm to make a body want to move to “his town” and settle right in.  Reminiscing about the “good ole days” during the simple days of yesteryear is a staple of country music, and I think it’s easy to relate to for various reasons. 

The lyrics below give a vivid picture of the struggle between wanting to leave home in search of independence and wanting to stay connected to familiar roots.

Yeah, this is my town.

(Na, na, na, na, na.)

Where I was born, where I was raised.

Where I keep all my yesterdays.

Where I ran off ‘cuz I got mad,

An’ it came to blows with my old man.

Where I came back to settle down,

It’s where they’ll put me in the ground:

This is my town.


It isn’t that I actually want to move back to my hometown, it’s more of a desire to have roots and a place to call home.  I am considering visiting my hometown someday to get some closure and fresh perspective on how isolated my childhood years were.  I’d also like to reclaim the good things I experienced that have been overshadowed by my abuse.

Aerial View of Entire Town

Aerial View of Entire Town

When I’ve shown pictures to people of where I grew up, their reactions never cease to surprise me.  They are in complete shock, even after I’ve told them it was a town of 500 people accessible by air only.  At a friend’s suggestion, I decided to share some stories and photos with you today.


Q&A with Linda J. Reed


Today I’m very pleased to introduce you to someone I admire very much. 

Linda and I have known each other for several years, and I’ve always respected her strength, character, and perseverence.  She took personal growth and recovery to the ultimate level and went on to become a licensed therapist and life coach.  

Please give Linda a warm welcome as you enjoy some ‘nuggets’ of wisdom she has to share.

Linda J. Reed

Linda J. Reed


The Beer Run


I went on my first beer run.


Beer Run http://www.urbandictionary.com/
1) The act of having to leave one’s present location (house, apartment, yacht, etc) during a social gathering so as to acquire more beer. This typically occurs when the previous supply of beer has run dry, thus necessitating the need to “run out and get some more beer,” i.e. “beer run.”


courtesy: winkpass.com

courtesy: winkpass.com

Yes, as in I’m pushing 50 years old, and this was my first ever beer run.

This was a big deal considering my strained and suspicious relationship with alcohol.    


Drinking is bad. 

Drinking will make me an alcoholic. 

Drinking in front of my kids will contribute to them being alcoholics. 

Buying alcohol is embarrassing.


NaNo Excerpt #2 “Letters of a Lifetime”


Anne has been a bit nervous to share what’s happening next in her journey through our NaNoWriMo novel draft “Letters of a Lifetime”.  She’s felt very vulnerable and has resisted me posting it.  However, after careful consideration, she’s decided to be brave and take the plunge.  We hope you enjoy it.

If you’d like to know what happened with Anne in Excerpt #1, please click here.

The three-hour drive home from Ruth’s house in Lexington was uneventful, so Anne’s mind had time to drift.  She absent-mindedly admired the heavily blossomed apple and cherry trees, and they reminded her of the cycle of life.  It was odd knowing someone somewhere was rejoicing at new life with the birth of a baby, while she was grieving loss at the death of her mother. 

Her weary mind eventually wandered to the peculiar phone conversation she’d had with Ruth’s favorite hospice nurse earlier.  June had called and said “I have something for you.  It’s a note; something your mom asked me to write down for you.  She wanted you to read it yourself, and I promised her I wouldn’t just tell you.”  June had taken down Anne’s address and promised to drop it in the mail promptly.




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