The Friendship Quilt

Opening the cedar hope chest, the faint fragrance of pine greets me as I reach down and gather into my arms an old but cherished quilt my grandmother made when I was young. Walking to the couch I wrap it around my shoulders and lift coffee, hot and sweet, to my lips...

No Match!

And it is a frontal attack, bold and ugly, going straight for my mind.  Isn’t that the first target in all battles –the information center? Driving down the road my mind is wrestling with negative thoughts and insecurities about myself.  Age issues, ability to write,...

Just Call Me, Sandwich!

Okay, let’s just call it what it is!  I have entered the sandwich stage of life!  I am old enough to have children and grandchildren, and blessed enough to still have parents. But coaching children that are becoming parents and encouraging parents that are becoming...

Pressed for Life

“You have to put heat to it to make it hold its shape!” my stepdaughter protested.  She who is completing her senior year in fashion design at SCAD is advising me.  She who would watch needle pulling thread and Parent Trap on the couch beside me years go is now...

To Silence the Liar

This week I have been working with (in)courage and Susan Stilwell gathering women from all walks of life into a community we call Empty Nests ~Full Lives. Women need other women.  We need to  hold on to coffee warm and rich as we grow friendships with warmth and rich...

Confessions From an Empty Nest

I have loved being a mother to my children and stepchildren.  I loved the chaotic schedules of ball practice, selling magazines, homework, science projects and the arguments over what is right and what is wrong. I miss my children, who are now adults. The nest...

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