She Thought She Could, So She Did!

organizedTrying to use 3 words to describe myself is no easy feat.  Do I want to use positive or negative words?  I’m currently working on my positive self-talk, so I think I need to focus on the kinder words.  I had to resort to asking the family for words that described me and here is what they came up with. Continue reading

You Can Do It!

What are three words that describe me…? When you’re working on legacy writing, sometimes you want people to know how awesome you are! Come on, you can do it!!!

You Can Do It

For this topic, the Sidetracked Sisters each prepared by thinking of words to describe the others. I even asked my daughter Aubrey to add a word for everyone. Then, when we got together to write, each of us didn’t have to be digging around for defining words, we could just sort, accept, or reject words that were chosen for us.

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Shame on You

Worry, shame, suffering, depression, regret…sucky emotions that I try to avoid in my life at all costs. 

A Wise old woman was talking to a girl and said,

“There are two wolves always fighting inside me.

One is filled with anger, hate, jealousy, shame, and lies.

The other wolf is filled with love, joy, truth, and peace.

This battle rages inside of you and all people.”


The girl thought for a moment and asked,

“Which wolf will win?”


The Wise old woman answered,

“The one you feed.” 

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Losing Loved Ones

familyIn contemplating what my greatest fear is, I’d have to say it’s the fear of loss.  The idea of losing a member of my family is unbearable to me.  Whether it’s my sister, my mom or dad, my aunt, any of my kids, or any of my family, the thought brings me to tears.  Continue reading

Lost Souls in Frames

fearsIt is hard to focus on just one of my greatest fears.  It seems I have several.  But to minimize them here is the first one:  I am, and have been terrified of being in an auto accident and dying from the result.  This has gone on for as long as I can remember.  When I was younger I would actually decline going out of town, especially when my husband was driving, as I was terrified of getting killed in an auto accident.  I overcame it for a while, but I must say I think being more aware of my mortality at this time, it has come back to haunt me.  Continue reading

Money Will Take Care of Itself

Money is a loaded topic to me.  When I was younger, I never really gave money too much of a thought.  We always seemed to have enough money to do the things I wanted to do and buy the things I wanted to buy.  I had no reason to feel deprived by a lack of money.  Continue reading

Too Much Money?

too much moneyTo me, money is a “means to an end.    It definitely tends to rule the world.  It seems everything is about having money, earning money, wanting money, or not having enough money.  Can you ever have enough money?  It seems not so.  Continue reading

Piggy Bank Love

I loved my piggy bank. When I was 6 years old, I would pull the plastic plug out of her belly and dump the pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters out onto my bed. Next, I would sort the coins into piles. Then I would organize the piles into smaller groups of 100 cents. I felt rich. 

As a 12-year-old, my mom would give me spending money for our yearly family vacation. During the week-long camping trip at Jellystone Campground, I had the opportunity to go mini-golfing and to spend my money on treats and souvenirs. It felt so powerful to have the choice to buy as much ice cream as I wanted–or not. I would walk around the camp store every day admiring the mugs, keychains, and refrigerator magnets. I could buy any of these things. But I didn’t.  Instead, I always counted my leftover money at the end of the week and added it to my piggy bank. I felt rich. Continue reading

The Love of Money is the Root of All Evil

Love of moneyWhen I was a little girl, I didn’t think much about money. I received a small allowance which went into my piggy bank.  From time to time, Mom would take me to the bank to deposit my money. I enjoyed watching my savings grow and to be honest, I don’t remember what I used it for.  Each birthday and Christmas, I would receive money from my relatives and it was earmarked for the savings account.  Continue reading