I just spent the afternoon watching episodes of the 1970s television series Wonder Woman, starring the radiant Lynda Carter. What an adorable heroine she was. She was a sweet, but sober, visitor to America, whose naiveté made her all the more charming. I noticed that she smiled and laughed. A lot. She was cheerful and happy. It was a joy… Continue reading Whatever Happened to the Sweet & Happy Heroine?
I'm not ashamed to admit that I love a good horror show, but only the ones that take place on the Silver Screen. Y'know, the kind that involves actors and Hollywood-types getting paid a lot of money to be drenched in heavy FX. The kind that goes well with popcorn and peanut M&Ms. The kind… Continue reading Violence in Living Color
I remember you. I dream of you. And, I remember you. My memories of you are heavy. How much do illusions weigh? My memory is selective. What do I forget when I remember you? I need to know. Because, I remember you.
What's your immediate response when someone tells you that you're beautiful? Do you scoff and shake your head? Do you assume that they're just paying lip service or trying to butter you up? Are they stupid or simply mistaken? Are they a liar? We are compelled to love our neighbors. Encouraged to see the beauty in… Continue reading When Someone Calls You *Beautiful*
Not long ago, I ran across a really nice set of calligraphy markers and thought Holy cow, I still have these? Cool! I'll use them now. I was so excited that I'd found these amazing markers and was totally stoked to use them. Recent events have reminded me that life is short, so I was grinning from… Continue reading What Are You Waiting For?
Less than twenty-four hours ago, my father-in-law died. Two of my sister's grandchildren burned to death in a house fire this morning. Of course, our families are devastated and the weight of so much sadness had me sitting at my desk with my head in my hands wondering just how much emotional pain and turmoil people… Continue reading Life Goes Strong
Have you ever hated God? Growing up, I used to spend a month or so of every summer visiting with my maternal grandparents. I now understand that it was a practicality -- a time to give my single-mom what I'm sure was a much needed break, but I always assumed it was just a special time… Continue reading Hating God but Singing Anyway