Dear Friends, I was all set to write about the ups and downs of writing and publishing a book. Or, the gift of a quiet moment and its role in leading me to a place of peace. I’ve also been thinking about summer life…
Dear Friends, I’ve been thinking about “disappointment.” Do you know disappointment? Do you know the “downer” feeling when things don’t go your way and, as a grown up, you’re supposed to accept, adjust and “move on?” Disappointment feels like a dark cloud between me…
Dear Friends, Something new happened for me this Spring. I stopped waiting for leaves to appear and began seeing the beauty of the trees, just as they are. I admired the grey-brown textured trunks, reaching up into the sky. Branches, thick at first, created…
Dear Friends, It is what it is I have struggled with this phrase ever since it became part of our everyday conversation. In writing it down here, I can’t believe it’s only 5 words! Just 5 words, but when spoken they drop like…
Dear Friends, I emerge from eight weeks of a dedicated writing life, with four more to go. My mind and heart are swimming with ideas and images as I seek to bring new hope to the topic of Grief. This March Glimmer is just…
Dear Friends, 2016 is underway….here in Connecticut we’ve had a mild winter so far. Most of us are very grateful about that! But I continue to be mystified by the passage of time, it moves so much faster than I realize. As it turns…
Dear Friends, Two years ago, I wrote my first Glimmer. I was writing about Epiphany, as I am this January night, a lovely Christian tradition celebrating the arrival of wisdom figures from far away. These three traveled a great distance to kneel before the…
Dear Friends, Advent has begun! In the Christian world, we have entered a time of “expectant waiting.” These four weeks are so much more than commercial preparations for Christmas. They invite us into a sacred time, a time of living with hope in the…
Dear Friends, It was a wonderful summer. The lake was back after a year with no water, and the dam fixed. My family and friends loved me into my 65th year of being alive. And I signed two book contracts, recommitting myself to the…
Dear Friends, prescription I started to cry last night. Defenses were down, sovaldi warm friendship held my heart, and I began sharing my “truth.” It’s as if I gave Sadness the permission to be real. Slowly, I felt the ache of loss, the sting…