Feeling a little down?
Overwhelmed by your circumstances?
Feel like nothing ever goes right?
Coach Mabel has advice for you! Continue reading “Mabel Says “Think Like a Proton””
Feeling a little down?
Overwhelmed by your circumstances?
Feel like nothing ever goes right?
Coach Mabel has advice for you! Continue reading “Mabel Says “Think Like a Proton””
I was dreading and, at times, resenting Mother’s Day.
All of the ads showing mothers and children in happy scenes set my teeth on edge.
It is cruel that my daughter in law, a new mother, was greeted with a terrible medical diagnosis this past week.
Stage 4 cancer of the lungs and brain.
A slap in the face to a person who led an extremely healthy lifestyle.
Devastating to all of us.
Mabel is working on keeping her girlish figure.
As you can see, she excels at side planks!
She is a source of joy to all of us in this hard time.
My primary job is to take care of Mabel while her Mother is in treatment.
So, we walk, do yoga and hang out. She is a reminder of the joy of living in the moment.
Seeing her happy grin eases our emotional pain.
Blessed are the little children.

My daughter in law has been in the hospital for several days enduring tests and procedures to determine the cause of her illness.
In the meantime, I have been taking care of eight-month old Mabel and walking and praying.

Strangers always stop to comment on how cute Mabel is.
Now strangers stop to comfort her Grandmother (me).
This is so hard.
It is hell all over again for my son and me.
It is hell for all of our family.
Waiting. Anxious. Hoping for the best.
We received an answer. Continue reading “A Special Hell”
Dear Friends,
I had the phone call that no one wants to receive.
Ever.
My beautiful daughter-in-law is seriously ill.
I was attending a large university.
I was away from home for the first time.
I had a on-again off-again boyfriend.
We had dated in high school.
He was nice but old news.
I was ready to date other guys.

Three weeks of glorious weather.
Three weeks of shorts and tee shirts.
Three weeks of coffee on the porch in the morning.
Three weeks of happy hour on the porch in early evening.
My recent flights from Portland to Atlanta and on to Alabama afforded ample time to think.
It was a case of two planes, no trains, and one automobile. Twelve exhausting hours.
Here are my coffee-stimulated, waiting room, intercom inspired thoughts.
University of Kansas, March 18, 1968
Even if we act to erase material poverty, there is another greater task, it is to confront the poverty of satisfaction – purpose and dignity – that afflicts us all. Continue reading “Almost 50 Years Later…”
Enjoy my top ten indulgences for living alone. Feel free to add your favorites!