As a young adult I admired those individuals who emulated wisdom. I read voraciously the words of great writers and teachers who seemed to have an inside tract on the meaning of life. From Kierkegaard, Tillich, C.S. Lewis, Kahlil Gibran, Jesus,
Online quizzes attract me like a kid to a cookie jar. Their popularity is a good indication that I’m not alone. Modern humans seem fascinated with the subtleties of their personalities and figuring out who they are, really. We want to know our hidden
Today, I need to write, to lay out in words on a page the cacophony that has taken up residence within me. Not writing too often leads me to bouts of irritability, depression or sleepless nights. I used to write in
Sometimes you have to go on an adventure to appreciate home. Travel with me to Pine Crest Inn in the mountains of North Carolina, where I learned a thing or two.
The books we read reflect who we are and what’s important to us. They also represent the cutting edge of who we hope to become. WHAT BOOKS ARE WAITING NEARBY WHILE YOU’RE BUSY DOING SOMETHING ELSE? This morning as I write,
Change happens. What we do in response to it, how we handle the emotional fallout, is often more important than the event itself. Before Thanksgiving, my husband loaned his “project” car, a 1990 Jeep Wrangler, to his nephew. Scott, being the