Airport gates, adventure portals, and grabbing moments.

Twain's chronicle of his travels through the Holy Land offers many truths.

The Lord rested on the 7th day. We should, too!

Smatterdays: the 24 hours tucked between the workweek and Sunday when my To-Do List flares wildly out of control.

A hard, birthday-cake induced, truth.

Life is like a ten-speed bike. Most of us have gears we never use. It's time to discover more of yours!

Don't settle for nice. Make it a GREAT day!

This is the first line of my second book. My daughter framed it for me because it reminded her of my mother.

My mother was a social media forerunner, yet she died 21 years ago. She knew her audience, even then.

The drummer boy played a song. The shepherds walked into town. The magi loaded their camels by night. All of these were last-minute gifts.

Because of Mary's son, my son knows he will be with his son again.

Mom knew the secret. She whispered it to me. And now, I'm whispering it to you.

I don't understand why some get 92 years and others 92 minutes, but it's up to us to make the most of the time we are given in between.

The anniversary of our last first date, in all its awkwardness and angst.

It took the wind out of my sails. The empty, saggy, can't-catch-the-breeze feeling? Discouragement.

I was always watching. Always listening. Always reading. Always waiting for the day I would feel like I belonged in the conversation.

Sometimes we need a change of perspective to see things clearly.

Falling in love insinuates there will be a landing. A thud. The painful gasp after the wind has been knocked out of your lungs. What then?

Self-publishing, stretching your legs, and knowing when to leap.

When it's time to step off the edge and go for your dreams.