Humor is my therapy. When things get a little pear-shaped, I try to find humor in the situation. I was able to do that most of the time last year when I was trying to deal with Bryan’s death. With humor, I built hope for 2020 – the year I would be traveling, the year... Continue Reading →
Racism in America: Why Can’t We All Just Quietly Listen?
A friend of mine posted this article and it showcases a very real thing happening in our country. I've witnessed it. Take a few moments to read it. It's a bit long, but read it anyway: NY Times A Quiet Exodus: Why Black Worshipers Are Leaving White Evangelical Churches Before I go further, let me... Continue Reading →
My Mosaic Life 