July, 2014

Losing Life and Growing My Garden

My yard grew freely the past two summers. My husband had died in August of 2012. Since then, I have been too busy trying to figure out my life. Currently and thankfully, I’m recovering from depression. The winter kept kicking out waves of arctic blasts. It was too…

Why I Go to Counseling: My Messy Beautiful

by Caroline McGraw I’ve never shared this in a public forum before, but here goes: I go to counseling twice a month. The stigma of seeking support is lifting – in fact, April is Counseling Awareness month – but it still takes courage to admit it. Why? Because when…

Cross My Heart, Hope to Die, Stick A Needle in My Eye

Alright, maybe not in the eye—but, stick a needle or two, or even twenty, anywhere else on me and I might be okay with that. I am a converted believer in the power of acupuncture. Don’t worry, Doctor, I’m not ready to jump the Tardis and leave modern…

Home on the Free Range

My lady Tisha, and I are big into using nutrition for maintaining our general health and well being.  So, I thought I’d share what we did a few weeks ago, and will be doing again soon. We went to our local organic farmers market to purchase vegetables. In…

I Was A Weary Traveler

I was a weary traveler, I rode the less trodden path, felt the dust sting my eyes. I lay in fast pursuit of that which I knew existed, Of love without judgment, of acceptance without rules, of truly amazing grace. And with out-stretched hands I reached …to grasp…

Embracing the Power of Hot Water

I have been drinking a lot of hot water lately. I am close to finishing my first full year working as an English teacher in China. After almost a year in this vast, booming, ancient country, I have learned more about the culture and myself than I could…

HEALING When You Can’t Help

Seven years ago, with my five children grown, I found that I still had a little maternal ‘juice’ left and began to mentor a young man of twelve, who I will call Andre. He and his younger sister were my summer gardening helpers. For them I was a…

Flow of Life and Healing

I have a stunning, dark as ebony, beloved, singin’ west side of Chicago friend, who once told me I was her real, first “white” friend. It startled me! I asked her how that could possibly be, when I knew, as a pastor’s wife, she now had many women…

A Memorable Man from Kazakhstan

Yerlaz was a guest in our home for a week. He was from Kazakhstan. He visited at the invitation of US Congress via a program called Open World and through the International Services Council of Alabama. It has been quite an honor to host such guests and has always been…