Mama’s Ring
When you look at me, you would never guess my mom had the green eyes and red hair the Scottish-Irish people are famous for. I resemble my Sicilian father with […]
Tag Archives: Holy Spirit
Dancing with Bruises
Bruises seem to be part of life’s package to us. (I think that when the order was set for me, I had a quota of 843 bruises to fulfill.) Some […]
Letting Others Do It Broken, #IDIB
We get it. We understand we are broken. We know in our intellect that we are all broken. Because of this knowledge ~ You’d think we would do better on […]
Reconciling the Oxymorons of Faith and Fact
Ms. Azalea survived her season of drought. She lost many leaves due to my negligence, but she rebounded well. I decided I better do a little research to understand how […]
Awake my Soul and Sing
I didn’t know it, but I have been asleep most of my life. I was a zombie of sorts, the walking dead. I was breathing, the blood was pumping. My […]
Wounded ~ Healer ~ Warrior 