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I used to think courage always had to be something big — like jumping out of an airplane or saying, “Yes, I’m crazy enough … I mean, courageous enough, to ride that wild bull!” But I’ve learned that courage is often choosing to do the next right thing … choosing not to quit … choosing to say yes because it’s …
I’ve sat here for quite a little while trying to figure out how to begin this post. All I have to do is share about being surprised by the unexpected in my life. Yeah. Let me narrow that down to one thing for you. Um. not going to happen. Every time I thought I knew where my life was going, …
There was a time in my life when I would handle problems this way: I’d lay awake at night and think . . . and think . . . and think . . . I just knew that if I thought long enough, hard enough — maybe prayed a bit about the situation — I would figure a way out …
I may have mentioned this before, so forgive me if I’m repeating myself. Back when my first book released — my nonfiction book about late-in-life motherhood, not my debut novel — I had this thought: Maybe, just maybe, this will prove my value to them. Now you don’t need to know who made up “them.” All you need to know …
I always look forward to Mondays. I like meeting up here, starting the week with all of you, the readers of this blog — the ones who comment, and the ones who “lurk,” as we say in social-media-speak. It’s always fun to think, “How shall we start the week? What quote should I share with them to set the tone for …
I used to think of risk as a bad thing. Something to be avoided, if I was smart — and I certainly considered myself to be smart. And then I realized there were things I wanted to accomplish, dreams I wanted to pursue … and they were just beyond my grasp. I had to push myself, I had to reach farther, …
I can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t love books, when I didn’t surround myself with them. A few beside my bed, one beside the couch, always one in my hands … I was often chided for reading while I walked, reading while I ate meals … and yes, reading in the bathroom. This last habit was a …
I like John Wayne. To be more specific, I like his movies. Some of my favorites are Hatari, Hellfighters, The Quite Man, Rio Bravo, The Searchers … okay, I’ll stop there. I had fun weaving my love of John Wayne movies into to my newest novel, Somebody Like You. My heroine, Haley, likes John Wayne movies too. I have a …
All in favor of determination, raise your hands. And how about trying harder? Anybody else out there ever gritted their teeth to help them get through something? Determination, trying harder, gritting our teeth . . . they’re all good things . . . . . . except when all our determining and trying and gritting our teeth turn into stubbornness. . …
I so often look at Friday as the end of the week — Thank God it’s Friday! — I forget that it’s a new day all in it’s own right. A wonderful day, as Maya Angelou said on May 17, 2013. I’m still adjusting to the reality that we’ve lost her voice, her insights, her courage. Today, I wanted …
