The Christmas of 1977, I was three years old. We were driving home from my brother’s Advent program when Slip Slidin’ Away came on the car radio. Without thought, the words, “Daddy!… Read more How Terribly Strange to be Seventy →
I wrote this on Facebook tonight. What a blessing it is to forget. Eleven years ago right now, I was drifting off on my very first overnight in a hospital, 22 hours later I would have a living child. 34 hours later we would chose for him: life or death with no guarantees of the former and plenty of opportunity for the latter. Eleven years ago, at this moment, on a Sunday night, I fell asleep on the precipice of the most precarious fall and meteoric bounce a mother could… Read more Eleven →
In fourteen days, I will be forty. Here are forty little nuggets of knowledge I’ve picked up over the past four decades. Of course these are mine and are not intended for everyone . . . which leads to the first item on my list: Not everyone will like you, and that’s ok that’s GOOD! I don’t WANT everyone to like me because that would mean I was being who they want to see and not being myself. Authenticity is more rewarding than adulation. Revulsion is the undercurrent of both derision and pity.… Read more @40 ~ things I’ve learned and am still learning →
Every now and then I read a news story about how volunteering helps teens or war veterans deal with depression and stress. Here is some more information about how volunteering… Read more Goodbye Ruby Tuesday →
Today is September 15. Today would have been my grandmother Della’s 90th birthday, but she died when she was 76. Her husband, my grandfather, died at 67. He would have… Read more An Aging Grace →
Amanda Rose Adams 