
5 Reasons You Should Read Aloud (Maybe Even To Your Pets!)
“Did you show him the pictures?” my friend asked after I told her I’d read a children’s book to my dying dog.
Continue ReadingWhether you’ve arrived here from depths of great struggle, you’re operating from a space of healing and health, or you’re somewhere in between, I welcome you! I hope you find this to be a community of encouragement and source of hope.
“Did you show him the pictures?” my friend asked after I told her I’d read a children’s book to my dying dog.
Continue ReadingRest time is not waste time. It is economy to gather fresh strength… It is wisdom to take occasional furlough. In the long run, we shall do more by sometimes doing less.
Continue ReadingI reached over the Suburban’s front seat, rummaging through our sweatshirts in the back, my butt in the air. My husband rolled the SUV to an incomplete stop at the end of our quarter-mile long driveway, ready to turn onto Russell Road and make the two-hour drive to Cape Elizabeth for our sons’ high school state track meet.
Continue Reading“Did you show him the pictures?” my friend asked after I told her I’d read a children’s book to my dying dog.
I have a secret to share: This summer I read countless children’s picture books to myself—not just once, but several times, even at bedtime.
sailboats drenched in fog dreamy visions float along— quilted in the clouds (Photo by Sharon A Gibbs)
Rainfall slows me down to drop chores, draw near nature —wet kisses court me (Photo by Sharon A Gibbs)
Play It Forward, a Tweetspeak Poetry writing workshop, encourages us to incorporate play into our writing and personal life. My recent visit near a wooded area resulted in photos and some writing fun.
For years, I strived to host perfect holiday parties, as if they were an exam to pass. Hours before guests arrived, I dressed the table with my porcelain best, each item set precisely in its place.
Welcome. This is the second in a series on Sabbath rest. We can learn to make room for spacious living despite the crowded schedules of our ordinary lives.
Rest time is not waste time. It is economy to gather fresh strength… It is wisdom to take occasional furlough. In the long run, we shall do more by sometimes doing less.
One evening a few years ago, my husband and I hosted our first church small group. A warm plate of banana-oat chocolate chip muffins tempted us from the kitchen counter;
Crammed in the back seat of my mother-in-law’s Dodge Omni on a February morning, I held hope as she rushed me to the hospital.
My mom let some insecure words slip through the phone line the other day. She shared her sense of insufficiency as she wondered what words to offer her friend—one whose doctor recently said he thought her cancer had progressed.
One morning last week as I drove down a familiar country road and the chalky sky dulled the day’s light, I yielded to my yearnings and stopped to snap a photo.
I am a writer, oncology nurse and Christian with a passion for how our stories connect and heal us.
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