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Admitting Family Likenesses In my memoir, A Heart’s Journey to Forgiveness, I make the point that my preferred parent was Dad. In comparison to Mom, I believed Dad was a lot more compassionate, tenderhearted and genuine. He was easier for me to love than Mom. Just recently though, I’ve begun to cherish those character qualities…

Directionally Challenged One year, while on summer vacation, I got terribly lost. It was a daunting experience. At first, I was afraid. Then when I found my way back to my family, I was embarrassed. For a whole day, I’d caused anxiety in my husband, sons, sisters and nephews. Anxiety is nothing you expect to…

  Not Interested Not everyone is interested in knowing me. I understand. I’m not rich nor am I famous. I do not have any clout or any world wide influence. I cannot pardon anyone’s offenses and give them a free “get out of jail card.” I cannot predict the weather, or tell the difference between a…

Ignore the Hurt? Growing up only 18 months younger than one of my brothers, I’d pal around with him more than any of my three older sisters. As a result, I was more of a rugged, tough and robust girl than I was a gentle, tender, and refined one.  If I wanted to belong to…