Randell Dodge with her Mother's Spoon When Randell Dodge was faced with sudden deaths of those who were closest to her, she turned to baking for solace. Her story of finding comfort in creating beauty for the soul and nourishment for the body led her to change her life so that she could more easily share the love she had felt for her close ones with others. To read more about her story, see my post on [...]
Source: paulbr75/Pixabay When I saw the video that I included in the post below, I felt filled with awe. Technology can indeed be an amazing tool - but it was the love shown by the parents and staff and then by the children themselves that allowed the actual miracles to take place. Love is most definitely real. To read and watch the post from Life, Refracted, click here.
People feel loved in different ways but showing always beats telling. Running for that train, I knew I was running to show love. Read my post in Life, Refracted to see how gleefully we can express love through showing it, rather than talking about it. For 52 Ways to Show I Love You: Take an Earlier Train, click here.
Preparing to Pick up a Grandchild When my daughter was about seven years old, in those days long before seat-belts and the mandate to put kids in the back seat of the car, I wrote my first story. “God is alive and well and riding in the passenger seat” detailed the magic that happened in our relationship when driving from here to there, wherever “there” happened to be. Life was simpler then. The seemingly endless after-school and evening activities [...]
When I read the New York Time’s “Modern Love” column this morning, “Mysteries of the Heart, Unsolved,” written by Ann Hood, I was reminded of Alain de Botton’s opinion piece in the New York Times “Sunday Review” on May 28, 2016 and my rejoinder: Why You Can Marry the Right Person! Alain de Botton wrote an opinion piece that appeared in the New York Times “Sunday Review” on May 28, 2016, Why You Will Marry the Wrong Person. The article sparked a slew of letters in response. Because I am convinced that [...]
She was born under the sign of Libra. From her earliest days, she was pedestrian-stopping beautiful, alert and engaged with the world around her. She showed a preference for balance and simplicity in toys, textures, tones. Her future interest in creating combinations that brought pleasure to the eye, the palate, kinesthetic senses could be predicted by her tea-parties with dolls and imaginary playmates, her earliest cookie-decorating, her natural love of dance. The latter went beyond leotards, although those also offered [...]
The funeral was short, meaningful, perhaps a quarter hour of memories and prayers. A daughter had organized a slide show of his life, in chapters. Childhood. Marriage, a union that had lasted more than sixty years. Military service. Children. Work. Grandchildren. Travel. Adventure. The sanctuary was crowded. He had touched many lives and we wanted to say goodbye. To pay tribute as his soul moved on. Presenting the American Flag My husband and I had not been close [...]
French T-Shirt We took a ridiculously long time to get to know, respect and honor each other. For years, I pushed her aside, unconsciously trying to silence her with bribes of ice cream, candy, and other high calorie sleep-inducing treats. Sometimes I gave her chocolate when she needed enough energy to get something done. I refused to consider her worthy of legitimate claims on my attention and energy. Once the adult in me earned enough money to [...]
My friend is one of those women who manage to address life directly. Trained as a research scientist, she is clear-headed, quick to analyze a problem, look at data, evaluate options, and carefully track the progress of possible solutions. She has a brilliant mind and a memory that can embarrass the rest of us. She bites into life, eager to experience all it can offer and moves on with grace when loss or pain might make others flinch. In the [...]
My mother died two months before the annual July clearance sales. I found myself walking through Saks Fifth Avenue, and there, on the sale shoe rack and in size 7, were the shoes. Shoes my Mother Would Have Loved Ones I never would have stopped to ogle. Impractical. High heels, for one thing. And spectator style, the white leather inevitably requiring restoration periodically. But they were beautiful. And sexy. And unusual. These were shoes my mother would have [...]