musings

Today in church someone told a story about a devastated woman who had experienced a terrible time (losing her marriage, […]

I’m looking at a picture of a One-Way road sign. And I’m pondering. If a road actually only went one

It’s not a big secret. I’m getting totally middle-aged. I’m generally okay with that, except when it comes to the

Walking the freezing streets of New York City in January [1], I wasn’t willing to stop my forward motion for

Here in the Independent Study Class of Fabulousness, I’m reading Romantics. Poets, novelists, essayists. And I just finished my assignment

There’s time for it. It doesn’t take all day. It doesn’t have to cost anything, really. Even if you’re one

So I’ve had occasion lately to ponder my take on feminism. Here’s a weird thing about me. I’ve never aligned