My husband and I were in the mall. He was getting his watch fixed. I needed to sit down so I went back into the mall. Suddenly I realized I was talking to myself. Out loud. When I went home, I wrote this poem. Little old lady, sitting all alone, Talking to herself, ’cause she doesn’t have a phone. No one to call, there’s nobody home. One by one they left her, and now they’re all gone. Gone are the…..
One of my many favorite Bible stories is found in Mark 4:24-39. It’s the story of the Syro-Phoenician woman, a Greek, not a Jewess, who came to Jesus because her daughter was possessed by a demon. She fell at His feet. “First, let the children eat all they want,” He told her, “for it is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.” “Yes, Lord,” she replied, “but even the dogs under the table eat…..
Someone who recently read my book “Choosing Life” told me that my story made her angry at my parents. After a moment of enjoying the empathy, I realized what I had to tell her. The dysfunction did not start with my parents. It goes back I don’t know how many generations. Let me tell you about my mother’s mother, Gram. Gram’s mother died when she was in third grade. School was over for her. She was sent to live with her…..