A young man with pale skin and scraggly hair walked the lines of the gas station. Approaching me, but standing halfway behind the pump, he quietly offered to wash my windows. Alone, I looked in his eyes and said, equally quietly, “no, thank you.” Maybe with my husband, I would
Previously published at the Hughson Chronicle & Denair Dispatch. I was grateful this morning to wake and find a comment on a piece I wrote a while back titled, “Are You a Caregiver Burning Out?” The column itself meant a lot to me as it was the fruit
You are so much more Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch Upon a Google search, Wikipedia stated “One’s self-concept (also called self-construction, self-identity, self-perspective or self-structure) is a collection of beliefs about oneself. Generally, self-concept embodies the answer to ‘Who am I?’.” In my self-concept, I look
Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch We have chickens at our house. Down in numbers from our first purchase, the two remaining are a sight for sore eyes. One is a tiny, mixed breed. The other, named Cobalt, is large, dark gray hen, often mistaken for a rooster,
Previously Published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch. The sun is out. The air is warm. Twin size sheets billow on the clothesline witnessing to the drama of toilet training. My inbox tells me I have marketing homework to do for my upcoming book, “Journey in Love: A Catholic Mother’s
We finished reading The Snow Queen. In its conclusion, I learned the value of reading longer works over a period of time to my children. This is a new-to-me activity. I hear other parents do this great thing. While reading, I saw my son’s eyes fixed into space as his
Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch At the Bookworm Literacy booth during Love Hughson, my 8-year-old, at my strong encouraging, selected “The Snow Queen” by Hans Christian Anderson. One character, the Finn Woman tells her reindeer, “I can give her no greater power than she has already,”
