I'm getting to the point in this blog that I'm not so sure what I have or have not talked about here anymore. I was talking to my sister late a few nights ago and said "Clearly this will be my next blog topic," but when I started to think about it I realized that...… Continue reading A Shred of Support
I had another dream about David on Christmas Eve. Unexpected, it's been several months if not longer since I've had one of those. I'm not sure if something actually triggered it, or if it was just my brain saying "hey, guess what we haven't dreamt about in awhile?" Whenever I have these dreams, they always… Continue reading Far Away From My Corporeal Body
A friend of mine gave me a jar of Russian Tea mix along with a jar of hot cocoa and a bag of homemade marshmallows for Christmas. I made myself a cup of the Russian Tea today and it occurred to me that the last time I had any was when I was 16 or… Continue reading Russian Tea
I let a friendship go today. Not just any friendship, a best-friendship. Something I've been mulling over for a while now, and while I was sitting in church this morning; likely listening to a very similar sermon to what he'd be listening to, I knew I just needed to rip the bandage off and get… Continue reading Until then… Bye Dane.
Ugh, I feel like an ass. I've railed before against using common platitudes with people who are struggling - with depression or other personal problems. Yet, today... Faced with a friend who was struggling and crying... I didn't know what else to say, so I said "I'll be praying for you." I became the very person… Continue reading I’ll be praying for you
This may seem like a break from my usual programming... But I promise, by the end you'll see why I decided to write about this here 😉 It may not be clear to you from my blog, but I have a fascination with the Tudors. For many years I have been interested in the delicate… Continue reading Catherine, you poor pigeon!
My grandpa died this past week. Yup, that's what's up with me. He passed in the early hours on Tuesday, Oct 5th. I was notified the evening before that the hospice personnel was of the opinion that he was actively dying, so it wasn't a shock when my mum called me at 2 or so… Continue reading Vila i Frid, Grandpa
I'm supposed to be doing homework, and housework, and hey - writing! But instead I am sitting watching too many episodes of That 70s Show on Netflix. I've had this blog post open to edit for a couple of hours, but only just started... Geez I'm lazy today. I'll blame it on the heat, as… Continue reading That Got The Writer In Me Thinking
Karl Olov Englund was a large man with a full beard who worked in an iron factory during the week and was a Lutheran priest on the weekend. Olov was married to a lady named Emma Augusta and they had ten children, five of these children emigrated to the USA - one of which, Helga,… Continue reading From our ancestors come our names…
Let go and let God. God works in mysterious ways. Jesus died for you. Talk to Him, He loves you. God is always with you. He is the great healer/comforter. Satan lies... I'll pray for you. What if I don't want you to pray for me? What if you knew that you come off as… Continue reading Platitudes
I am someone who likes to sit back and observe. I like to feel comfortable with people before I really open up and let loose and talk about my full socio-political beliefs. Don't worry, I won't be writing a diatribe about why you should be a liberal or conservative... or any other version of a… Continue reading I don’t talk politics and religion in polite company