I didn't gloat, I swear I did not (while Little Sis got a message from Lori, I got a message from YAHIA), no, I did not GLOAT over that, and yet my punishment came anyway. From both my remaining sisters.

You are very, very kind. Lori's daughter had an audio recording of the conversation. I didn't recount all of it here, and I never will. Suffice to say, she asked Lori (for posterity's sake) to reminisce

What a beautiful photo!!! Thank you so much - you are much too kind - I will buy your prayer book. Otherwise Amazon won't let me review it. :) But I'd also welcome a sneak preview, like the #NetGalley

Another impromptu and inspired poem from the master - THANK YOU! Words without the power of imagining - there is soooo much to unpack from that! Your talent for hammering words into haiku, or 3-lined verse,

Oh your aunt who loved Christmas - what a gift, that you can get to know her better now, all these years later ("too late") - I hope her beloved Christmas decor can find a home with other family

Lucy went over to the dark side.... Now I see her in the sky, with diamonds. :) I love it!

And now it occurs to me that it's LORI who I'm calling these words out to. Lori, if you can communicate from The Other Side, maybe you have also learned some stuff that would make me less weird and

And because chances are good you will NOT have time to read it, here's one more favorite excerpt: In the last hours of 2019, a dear friend told me to pay attention to the first bird I would see in the

P.S. If you have not read her blog, this one in particular - her "bird search," as it were - is a personal favorite. Her winter walk in 2020, past all manner of mundane birds, as she seeks

I sooo hope you are right, @vikthor. The old war between left brain, right brain -has me hoping but doubting, and doubting yet hoping.

I sooo hope you are right, @vikthor. The old war between left brain, right brain -has me hoping but doubting.

Yahia, thank you so much! Oh I love this: we must be careful what we give our attention to/summon. But, yes, daily miracles, winks and nudges to the ones who are open to receive... And the synchronicity

These matters cannot be proven, they are revealed to the mind that surrenders in humility. Only silence and contemplation reveal mysteries… Words have meaning, and words *make things happen - whole books

Lucy Lou, the oracle who's always wrong - what a great premise! And then one year she decides to have fun with them - so, she wasn't as oblivious (innocent), after all. And what a fireworks display - what

#Love it - the beautifully appointed house, but, oops, no space to put your own stuff. It would be a great "I Love Lucy" (or I love Stacey!) episode, "frantically making room for the movers

It occurs to me I must have had this happen. Just once during a blood donation the needle went in and it BURNED and hurt for days afterward so they tried the other elbow. I remember seeing a big dark patch

Eek! The blown vein is even worse than I thought. And the very word "squamous" makes me queasy. As do the late-night phone calls. One of my sisters, healthy all her life, suddenly has a blood

Wow, you really do have a lot on your plate! And those phone calls! I already dread the ring of the phone, wondering who I'm about to learn is dead, even though 99.99999% of all phone calls have never

Let me know if the Buttons do open a door for more clarity in communication. One tap of the button for water, two taps for food....

P.S. This reviewer offers a long, detailed, thoughtful analysis, managing to agree with the good parts while disagreeing with some of the premises and/or conclusions.