Repetition Is Memory’s Best Friend
I have a sweat shirt that reads, Too many books. Not enough time. Have you ever felt like that, not necessarily with just books, but with time in general? There never seems to be enough of it. I am quite convinced that had the creator(s) of our 7-day week made it an 8-day week, we would still complain that there was never enough time. But back to the theme of books! Having just come from the 2016 Write! Canada Conference in Toronto sponsored by The Word Guild, the word books seemed to be the...
Read MoreMargins and Blame Throwing
Connie Cavanaugh (www.conniecavanaugh.com) is a gifted humourist, speaker and author, and I had the privilege of sitting under her teaching this past weekend at a Women of Grace conference at Muskoka Bible Centre. It’s been a long time since I’ve laughed so hard or for so long. I basked in a much-needed-release of endorphins and it felt good! As I enjoyed her humour and ultimately soaked up her wisdom, I didn’t realized how much stress has become so ingrained in my life, especially...
Read MoreActions and Consequences
Several years ago—actually, almost 3 decades ago—one of my sons decided to cut his hair, an act in itself not an issue. His naturally wavy, long, thick chestnut brown hair was cropped off… again, not an issue. What came next was! Whether the action was self-perpetrated or he fell victim at the hands of a far-too-willing friend, I have no idea. What I do know is that his beautiful hair that any woman would gladly pay mega dollars for became straw-like, thanks to the contents of a...
Read MoreThe Not-So-Little Black Book
The notorious little black book has often surfaced in movies, books, and in the breast pocket of some male wannabe casanovas. The book supposedly holds names, phone numbers, and quite likely, some other pertinent information. I must confess that I, too, have a black book! It’s just not so little. In fact, it is 7.5 x 4 x 1.25 inches thick, and I, most assuredly, don’t have names with phone numbers in it, or other pertinent information. In fact, I even forgot I had it until the other day...
Read MoreWhat If…What If…?
Have you ever worried? Or perhaps I can safely ask, What do you worry about? Are there days when you’d prefer staying in bed rather than getting up? My mother’s doctor once told her she worried because she didn’t have something to worry about. It seems my mom was one of those people, who, having worried for so long, couldn’t imagine life without having something to worry about. In some ways it was like sitting in a rocking chair: something to do, but getting...
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