I survived tea time

Some people have a natural gift of hospitality. I don’t. The thought of someone coming to my house for a meal terrifies me. Are my plates out of style? Did the dishwasher leave spots on the spoons? There’s too many bills and papers you have not filed yet; why not?! The screaming in my head … More I survived tea time

Maps of my worlds

I’ve started writing a time-travel, historical novel. There are lots of things floating around in my head, and there are various ways I need to put it on paper before it can be exposed to the “real world.” I made a timeline, and obviously, since there is time travel, there will be a lot of … More Maps of my worlds

Dear Neighbors: I’m sorry I invaded your bedroom

You were snuggled in your bed with your significant other. Enjoying the coolness of this autumn night. Enjoying sweet sleep.  But then at 2 am, my car anti-theft alarm began screaming. They should call it “useless anti-sleep alarm” as no one was trying to steal my car. Perhaps an acorn fell from the oak tree … More Dear Neighbors: I’m sorry I invaded your bedroom

17 things people don’t know about Slavery, the Civil War, and Reconstruction in the USA

I “knew” that Lincoln freed the slaves. These freed people were given rights as citizens by the 14th Amendment to the Constitution, and the right to vote by the 15th Amendment. Neat and clean, right? So why are there still problems 100-and-some-odd years later? I decided to do some research. This is not an exhaustive … More 17 things people don’t know about Slavery, the Civil War, and Reconstruction in the USA

Is it God’s job, or ours? Do we tell the storm to cease, or does He?

With Irma being the topic of discussion, there is much infighting in the body of Christ as to whose job it is to speak against this storm.  Some say only God has the power to calm the storm, and we should just pray and ask Him to stop it.  Others are rising up, saying that … More Is it God’s job, or ours? Do we tell the storm to cease, or does He?

When a Christian gets mad at God, OR When your own words come back to bite your butt

I’ve been through some crap. Cancer. Twice. Married, divorced. Raised a teenager.  Sickness. Pain. Death of Loved ones. Loss of jobs, loss of friends. But nothing prepared me for this monstrosity. Four weeks ago, I was attacked by Vertigo. I spent not one, but two nights in the Emergency Room, vomiting while the room spun. … More When a Christian gets mad at God, OR When your own words come back to bite your butt