I need a resourceHi Suzanne,
I heard your name on a radio show and thought you might be able to point me to a good resource.
I’m a mental health case manager and I work with several people who have a history of physical and/or sexual abuse. Can you suggest a book that I might pass along that might help them to get back their lives and their sense of self-worth? Thanks, Felicia (more…)
The Message
A group of teens showed up at my door one day. I was 14. I wish I knew where they were today.
I owe them an apology. . .
Faith. . .
Faith.
It’s such a powerful word, but also one that is a bit murky. What does it mean to have faith? (more…)
You are the bomba!
This morning I found a card resting against my bedroom door. I shuffled out of the bedroom with my morning non-personality intact. I picked up the card and opened it and the rocking music made my hips start to move.
La La Bomba! (more…)
Parenting goes on, but different
Richard is sweeping the floors. Leslie and Melissa are winging their way here to decorate the house. Today I make several fruit pizzas (to die for, see the recipe below). Tomorrow night my home will be filled with friends of Ryan and Kristin as we hold their first wedding shower, a couple’s shower.Our Oklahoma weather has decided to cooperate, and we’ll host a “make your own pizza” party in the kitchen and on the deck with lights and candles.
The one thing I hoped for my children, besides a life of vibrant faith, was to meet and love someone and to have a strong, loving, fun marriage.
Josh and Melissa have it. Leslie and Stephen do as well. Now I get to watch Ryan and Kristin start their life together. She’s blond and fun and laid-back, and she loves Ryan. She has a southern drawl, “Suhweetheart”, she says to my son. She’s affectionate. She’s smart. I love her like a daughter already.
Ryan is into the wedding as much as she is, maybe more. He’s ready to start his life, especially to say goodbye to five years of living with a host of roommates and to settle down with Kristin. He’s tired of guys who eat his food, dogs who chew the deck, and guys who set the carpet and couch on fire by throwing gas in the fireplace (a true story). (more…)
