When Depression Breaches Your Break Wall and Floods Your Fields. The holidays are both a happy and sad time for me. As a child, our holidays were usually riddles with tensions from my two warring parents - for years they couldn't be in the same room with each other without fighting and the holidays brought... Continue Reading →
In the first two hours after my first Trinity blog posted I lost 19 followers. To be sure, I noticed only because I don't have that many followers. Initially, my heart sank a little. In my mind, Jack Nicholson screamed in revolt, "You can't handle the truth!" The truth was that I had stopped merely... Continue Reading →
It's hard to find words to describe this piece. I am honored, blessed, and humbled to have read it. By the end of the book I wonder why and how on earth Kossula is still standing, and then I realize it is because he was waiting to tell his story. We will forever be indebted... Continue Reading →
Have you ever felt like a pot about to boil over, like milk or Farina simmering in a pot that suddenly expands exponentially before you’ve had a chance to turn off the flame? I feel that now. In my home. In my community. In the air. There are societal whirlwinds brewing, and they are too... Continue Reading →
My summer reading series continues with this must-read book! The autobiographical novel, Incidents In The Life Of A Slave Girl, chronicles the first 27 years of Linda Brent's life at the beginning of the nineteenth century. Her up close and personal look at the lives of female slaves in both the south and the northern "free" states, is... Continue Reading →
Nothing to see here folks, just a bunch of eggs. I really like eggs - growing up they were either scrambled with milk and cooked until there were buttery brown crunchy parts or soft boiled with a medicine cup serving as an egg cup - side of whole wheat or buttered pumpernickel toast, with Mom. With Pop, they were... Continue Reading →
I feel guilty about my first post. I feel guilty that I did not fall back on the hope of God to make a change. I feel sorry for despairing that my husband and children would never get to live the one life I live alone instead of looking to the word of God and... Continue Reading →
I'm Irish - or more precisely, my mom was from Ireland. She called us Yankees. I appreciate my Irish heritage, shamrocks and all that; so I get the whole trinity thing. I mean, St Patrick isn't the patron saint of Ireland for nothing! The legend of how he taught the Irish about the Trinity, father,... Continue Reading →
This story has taken hold of me. 1500 children lost in the last three months, reports of possible human traffickers getting ahold of them. I am undone. How can anyone think that this is acceptable? Why isn't this a national emergency? Why is the extent of our action a hashtag? Why is there so much... Continue Reading →
