Wife, mom, sister, pastor, chaplain, friend and Buckeye. I Yam what I Yam. Frequently imperfect, completely loved, and grateful.
Go tell my knee, My achy-breaky-knee, I really don’t like landing on the floor. So if you tell my knee, My achy-breaky-knee, It might straighten up and walk some more… (apologies to Billy Ray Cyrus) This has been a frustrating week. Frustrating in that aggressive rehab is “on hold” for several more weeks. Yes, the … More Three steps forward, 2 steps… SPLAT!
I’m so tired of ugly words and mean people. Really ugly words. And really mean people. And I’m using vague and trite-sounding words because I can’t write the string of profanities that would flow from my mouth and melt my keyboard. I’m not kidding. That ugly. That @#*$!!! is mean. Here’s reality: hard things come … More Seek the beautiful
I sat down with this book of prayers on a sleeting and windy afternoon. I had a lot on my mind, and turned to the Table of Contents. There was exactly the prayer I needed: Prayer for the Courage to Speak Out Against Misconduct. I was stunned and moved to tears. Who could have known?? As I … More Book Review: We Pray With Her
REIGN OF CHRIST SUNDAY November 25, 2018 A sermon for the people of God at Bethesda United Church of Christ, Bethesda, MD 2 Samuel 23:1-7 It’s good to be back here, and to give Pastor Dee a week off. I truly enjoy worshipping with you. You might not know that I’ve had opportunity to be … More The Reign of Christ: let the Light shine through
…I have a million questions on what I’ve written (is it too long? is it too esoteric? is this what God wants me to say?) …I realize I either have to do laundry or wear a barrel …I can only find one of the shoes I want to wear …I write my “panic list” (DON’T … More The night before I preach…
I blogged recently about my feat of great UNcoordination, and tearing my medial meniscus. How I learned to stop trying to “walk it off” and actually get medical attention. I know. Radical. Well, the lesson has been a slow (and yes, painful) process of learning to listen. Listen to my body. Listen to my pain … More Reflections on Rehab
I have never been one to do a scheduled, planned exercise routine. Oh, I played team sports (ahem… not well!), biked, and ran laps (or stadium steps) for conditioning. I was a decent swimmer and worked as a lifeguard for a couple of summers. Before band tryouts, I jogged and practiced marching. I was never … More On the Theraband-wagon
