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It could happen …


When I was a little girl I remember watching a TV show and getting caught up in the plot. I don’t remember the exact show but I remember the conversation with my Mom about the possibility that there was truth in it. I’m still teased a little by my family for the words I used to say – “It could happen.” My parents would smile and shake their heads at my fanciful imagination and naive faith that all things were possible. The funny thing is, even though they tried to convince me of the shear fiction of the story, in my heart I still believed in the possibilities.

I think it’s just part of my nature. I am a true optimist when it comes to looking at people and life. I’m not really naive though. As a child when I uttered those words I wasn’t blind to that fact that life can be cruel, people can have evil in their hearts, and tragedies strike. I had actually experienced many things that proved those facts to be true in my life leading up to my time in the orphanage. But in spite of it all, I believed then, and still believe today that:

Most people can be trusted.

Love is real.

Forgiveness is a choice.

What goes around, comes around.

Time heals all wounds.

People change, especially when they believe in God.

Our attitude can make all the difference.

Words create reality.

Children are worth saving.

Life can get better.

Each day is a new opportunity, and …

Miracles still happen.

No matter what people tell you. I encourage you to look around in your life. Find the good that is in front of you. Count  your blessings and with all your might, believe that “it could happen.” Believe and be blessed!

A Lavish Giver


Today I did something that I never dreamed I ever would. I had lunch with my sister. What?! That’s nothing you say? But it is to me. You see I grew up in an orphanage and was adopted as an older child. The last time I saw this sister I was 18 years old. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant last meeting and I had no intention or inkling that I’d ever see her again.

I grew up, married and had children. I divorced and moved forward. I got my degree. I raised my family. I have a successful career. The pain of my early childhood has been mostly healed and put aside. But something changed over the holidays and I felt that, now in my mid-life, I was ready to let the two sides of my life connect. I reached out to this sister on Facebook and told her I was ready. So we planned lunch. For a week I’ve been feeling a bit nervous. Would I even know what to say?

Fast forward to today. Lunch turned into a 4 1/2 hour visit. For the most part I was speechless but there were things that needed to be said and to be heard. There were a few tears but not many. There was a little awkwardness but not much. I could see the resemblance that comes from “nature” however I have to say I did not see the resemblance that comes from “nurture.” Our lives had such a drastically different trajectory and I was left feeling and knowing that I have been blessed. Richly, deeply, and undeservedly blessed.

My parents (no, not the two people that birthed me, but the ones that raised me) have given me the greatest gift of unselfish love that one human being could give to another. They saved my life. They gave me stability, discipline, guidance, opportunity, and love. They took a small girl who felt unwanted and gave her a home. I tease my Mom to this day that she was the “meanest” Mom in the world and I thank her for it.  She gave me boundaries and consequences. She gave me chores and rewards. She gave me rules and punishments. She gave me a chance and a life. She gave me an education and allowed me to make mistakes and be forgiven. Well, she wasn’t alone – she did it along with my Dad. He is the strong, silent type who worked hard and showed me what a true work ethic looks like. He role modeled patience and self-discipline. He made me feel safe. He carried me when I pretended to be sleeping. He taught me to catch a ball. Ok, I fibbed a little – he TRIED to teach me to catch a ball but I always closed my eyes and ducked. He taught me to drive and to not drink things that fizz along side beer. You know – the practical things that Daddies do.

These two naive and courageous newlyweds opened their home to a ragamuffin child with a lifetime of hard knocks, built-in fears, baggage, and bad habits and they loved me into being a woman of integrity, intelligence, and family values.

So today I regained a start to a relationship that was long ago abandoned. I now know details I never had before. Some I regret had ever happened to anyone let alone children who were my siblings. And I now have a picture of me as a baby – something I’ve never had younger than 2nd grade.

And I remember with great emotion, many hugs, and a boatload of tears, how much my parents  love me. I see with deeper clarity the things that they did to rescue me emotionally and physically. There are not enough words in the English language to tell them how much I appreciate what they have done for me.

And I also am acutely aware that  my God is a lavish giver! He gave me the strength and stubbornness to be resilient and to be a survivor. He gave me healing and mending. He gave me a family.

I am indeed richly, deeply, and undeservedly blessed! I am grateful!

I’m a “corner” girl


I realize that there are kindred spirits out there who know exactly what I’m talking about. But for all the others who are now worried about my virtue – I’m not talking about “the corner”! I’m talking about brownies and I’m a definite corner girl! I saw a commercial for this pan and I think I NEED to have one.

It’s a running joke with my family but in reality, my love of corners makes our cherished family brownie time run peacefully. There’s balance, fairness and all is right in the world. I get the corners and chewy edges and all the softies in the family run with the middles. There’s plenty for everyone and no-one starts any chocolate wars. (Trust me – nobody wants a chocolate war in a family full of girls.)

My mom has her own baking business called “Sweets from Scratch.” She sells her yummy treats at vendor shows, markets and through special orders.  She’s found that I’m not the only person who lives with this malady. Without fail she gets requests for corners at the market. She’s taken to bagging them up specially for those of us who suffer in this way. She’s so thoughtful, my mom. BUT – by the time I get there they are usually all gone.  Thank’s alot Mom – way to go and advertise it! I’ve learned that this girl has to make a special order just to get corners from her mom these days!

So for all you who don’t like edges – I say, yay, more for me! For those who do, I call dibs. Next chance you get, relax a little. Bake a batch and hey, save me a corner would ya?