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This, I believe…

I’m forgoing my usual STEM Tuesday post to bring you my opinion. Well, my opinion is influenced by my life in science. It’s become a popular point of view: All things happen for a reason. It’s God’s will. If God will’s it, it will happen. It grates on me when I hear these and similar phrases.  It annoys me when a football player points a finger at the sky and bends a knee, giving God credit for his touchdown.  Does he think the other team lacks the grace to win?  I don’t believe that God’s a micro-manager. I believe in God.…

Gratitude Monday #61: Happiness is the Truth

I woke up this morning and began to sing. So many things overwhelm me with gratitude: Sasha’s constant vie for attention. Healthy, Happy, and Wise friends and family; Faith in God and Love; A job that makes me smile every day; A warm winter (so far;) A completed manuscript; People to Love and People who Love; Health Insurance; New Friends and reconnecting with Old; Enough, More than Enough, Enough to Share. Warm Hugs, and Wet Kisses. Ahhh… Clap along cuz Happiness IS the Truth. What’s on your gratitude list this week?  Please join Laurel at Alphabet Salad for a gratitude…

Photo Friday: It’s Clouds’ Illusions I Recall

I’m readying myself to follow-up on an editing contact.  I feel so vulnerable and frightened.  So instead of diving in, I ponder and procrastinate. Bows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I’ve looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They rain and snow on everyone So many things I would have done But clouds got in my way     I spotted these clouds outside my home this week. So beautiful.  So quick to change.  And gone before I tired of them.  It looks like…


Many of us face Father’s Day without our Dads.  Even for an adult, the process of losing of a father can leave us adrift and bereft.  On an intellectual level, we know it’s inevitable, yet the reality can hit us with a tornado of emotions,  and sometimes when we least expect it.  This piece was written as my Dad was dying, twelve years ago this year.  I mark the years by the age of my first grand-daughter.  My son placed his newborn daughter in the crook of her great-grandpa’s arms, the day before he dyed.  I’ll never forget the look of pure joy on Dad’s face and the way he squeezed little Emma close to his heart.



When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, and I thought as a child.  But when I became an adult, I grew far beyond my childhood, and now I have put away the childish ways.

                                                            – 1 Corinthians 13, 11

This verse keeps running through my mind.  The one persistent thought among a kaleidoscope of memories that wash over me like waves against a lone rock on the beach.  Each time the passage enters my consciousness; I end it with this thought: I was about eight when I put away my childish ways.

When I was brand new at the job I’ve had for nearly a decade, I called one of my best friends.  She’s been my friend since grade school.

“I’m the Most Responsible Person.”  I explain, over the phone, about my new position as head of Regulatory Affairs for a small pharmaceutical company.  “Whenever I submit papers to the Agency, there’s a line that asks for ‘the most responsible person’.  That’s me!”

This woman, who’s known me for so long, laughs a deep, from the belly laugh.  “You’ve been

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