Follow your heart…it is an age old saying. But today…so many of us have been trained and conditioned to be such “LEADERS” in our lives and communities that we rarely allow ourselves to relax and “FOLLOW” much of anything. We precieve “following” as the weaker option and therefore the lessor or least likely choice There is some
Month: September 2011
You know you are having a good day when something you love can just make you weak in the knees. Last night I went back to the fall session of women’s chorus. They always ask you to fill out a form even if you are a returning member and tell them “WHY YOU SING…It’s a
There comes a time in life when just putting on your big girl panties isn’t enough armor to get you through the crisis. I know. It is hard to imagine. In those rare instances I become….the turtle. I pull in my short, stubby little front hands badly in need of a manicure. I tuck in
Like any experienced gulf coast resident I know how to prepare for a hurricane. In July, my father was given six months to live. As with any storm I knew this timetable could change. He had been a tropical disturbance for years brewing in the gulf that we all kept a weary eye on. And
If you call ..and I don’t answer…it is because I cannot speak. If you write…and I do not respond…it’s because I have no words If you don’t see me….have faith that I am within I love each and every one of you. Juliana
Denver Jenkins Wathen Jr. left this world September 15, 2011 at 3:55pm the same way he came into it March 22, 1931, surrounded by family. It was not the ending any of us would have predicted, but one I think none of us would ever trade. I have learned more about my father in the
5 am came early and 9:15pm seems so late. Days last forever and nights crawl by. A bottle of Windex, 2 cans of Fabreze, a canister of Clorox wipes and3 rolls of paper towels: my sister in laws and I clean thru the day to help pass the time between visitors, nurses and aids. Prayers
No call went out, yet we all gathered tonight to sit vigil with my mother at the bed side of my father as he slips further away. I didn’t think I could go to the back of the house and into the spare room where he lay curled up on a hospital bed. I told
For the third time in 30 yrs a rag-tag group of artists, musicians and actors will gather to share some “rock star” stories and fun in the sun. The site of this years mischief is Surfside, Texas. Right on the beach. Aghhhhhhhh. Let me hear an amen! Some folks are flying in and some are driving and
Sorry for the prolonged radio silence but things have been a bit chaotic. Two funerals for fathers of childhood friends in a 4 day period and my own father is barely hanging on. We take it day by day and moment by moment and know that things happen in God’s time not ours. I share
Diary of a MAD * FAT * WOMAN..... 