Don’t Give Me Maui or Disneyland. Give Me This…

Last week, my husband and I drove over the glorious Cascade Highway, to a small city with wooden sidewalks. But that ‘s not the punch line here. The dreamiest gift on our vacation wasn’t a big, splashy location like Disneyland. I’ve certainly experienced some so-called “magnificent” experiences like living on Maui. I swam in a school of fish…

Basking in the Loveliness of Gratitude or the Sea of Self-Pity?

Has the remote of your soul ever been stuck on the self-pity channel? Mine has. Seattle sun shimmers like a jewel in my grandmother’s jewelry box. The fingerprints of God saturates the glorious Northwest landscape, as Mount Rainier stands tall. She bows in the symphony of splendor as the trees march up her sides into the blue…

Status Seeking and All that Pizazz

Your car. Your clothes. Your home. Your job title. Your handbag, if you’re a woman. Your selfies, which – face it – aren’t usually “authentic-ies.” You create them to evoke an impression. Those things speak volumes about you. Or do they? You’re human. You form impressions about people based on their “stuff.” And they create…

The Joke is Always on Me

Deep in the depths of my soul, I have no doubt God has my back. But every so often, I experience a day when I quiver inside in fear. A circumstance floats on top, casting a shadow of my firm belief that some circumstance will work out. Today was one of those days. We certainly live…

Then a Tear Kissed My Pillow

Last night, I sat in my hello kitty sweats and surfed Fakebook (that’s not a typo). The TV news played in the background. “Friends” on the social media site posted pictures and stories and funnies, and I scrolled down to peer into their lives. Then the TV screen caught my eye. The faces of Syrian children, parents, grandmothers…

Welcome to My Pity Party: Envy, Gratitude and Life

The other day I had a pity party for myself. Sorry I forgot to invite you. I’m on an injectable medication that costs $1800 a month. The medication works well, and has given me my life back. Years ago, I ran 6 miles a day, and swam competitively. Then a rheumatologist diagnosed me with ankylosing…

9 Signs You’re a Tech Addict – and Why It Matters

I was at a shoe sale when God was passing out tech skills. (But no worries; I’m sure the shoes were amazing!) Nevertheless, I know many of us are on our devices way too much. “You’re on that thing again?!” your spouse or friend says. Oops. Tech addiction will rob your relationships faster than you…

Phoneless in Seattle

Today I was Phoneless in Seattle. Also Handbagless, Moneyless and – oh no! Lipstickless. I’d walked to my car in the morning, and noticed a spider spinning her sticky web inside. In my frenzied attempt to remove the hitchhiker, I accidentally locked my phone, handbag and Nook in the car. I saw my purse, keys,…

Basking in the Sunbeam of Grace

Writing at Starbucks the other day, pregnant raindrops slid down the window as I pounded my magenta computer keyboard. Then I noticed a man and woman out of the corner of my eye. His speech was slow and slurred, although he appeared to be in his early sixties. She kindly asked what he wanted to…