Archive for February, 2016

Hanging In a Bad Place???

Posted: February 15, 2016 in World On The Edge
Photo by Freebies,, 2016

Photo by Freebies,, 2016

Family messed up?
Finding fault with everyone?
Lying to cover up a habit?
Denying a former belief in God because it’s too hard to follow His rules?
Insisting on My Way or the Highway?
Thinking of cheating on your spouse?
Presently cheating on your spouse?
Feeling too guilty to smile at your children?
Ignoring those you ought to love?
Abusing those you ought to love?
Making addiction your God?
Slapping the helping hand of one who loves you?
Unable to control your anger?


God is always calling to no matter what place we are in. He loves us. He calls us to come to Him. All we have to do is Stop, Look, Ask, and Listen.

Stop our behavior even for a short time.
Look around for a person of Faith, someone we admire who is not in the same bad place that we are.
Ask them questions–deep questions about their faith as it affects their behavior.
Listen openly to their answers.

Sin is a dark, unhappy prison. But freedom from sin is joy. And ours for the asking.

Am I Merciful???

Posted: February 12, 2016 in World On The Edge
Photo by KellyP42, 2014,

Photo by KellyP42, 2014,

Am I merciful?…Not always. Sometimes I turn my back and make judgments that are petty. There are times I express opinions that are hurtful because I haven’t considered the other person. There are times when evil is done to me and I won’t forgive it.

As an author, I am more merciful than I am as a person. When I write about a character, even an evil and unlikeable character, I show much more mercy than I do to real life human beings. In this Year of Mercy, I can change this. Especially during Lent I can change this. I can change from being dry and brittle and instead parody the God I believe in.

God’s mercy can make even the driest land become a garden, can restore life to dry bones (cf. Ez 37:1-14). … Let us be renewed by God’s mercy, let us be loved by Jesus, let us enable the power of his love to transform our lives too; and let us become agents of this mercy, channels through which God can water the earth, protect all creation and make justice and peace flourish. –Pope Francis, Easter Urbi et Orbi message on March 31, 2013

We are all prodigal sons and daughters. We all turn away at times, and when we return we often take one step forward and two steps back when it comes to trusting our patient and loving God who shows us His mercy–and wants our mercy toward others in return.

Love Without Words

Posted: February 11, 2016 in World On The Edge
Photo by GaborfromHungary, 2015,

Photo by GaborfromHungary, 2015,

Does love need words, or does it speak to our souls like music?

Think of resting in the arms of love? Peaceful? Yes!!!

If you’re in love with someone, and he or she is in love with you—are words always necessary? I think not. We can simply sit, or walk with, or just be in the presence of someone we love and not say a word–yet we know and feel their love, just as they know and feel ours. And without any audible word from them–don’t we often know what they’d like us to do?

Another example: The parents of an infant know what their child wants and needs without words. They just know. And then they provide whatever it is for the child they love.

So many times, silence is the language of love. And who loves us more that our God? So let’s be quiet and listen like a baby, so God can speak to our hearts.

080206-N-7869M-057For Catholics, Ash Wednesday (the day after Mardi Gras) is the beginning of Lent, which lasts for forty days. For every Catholic, it is a day to confront the inevitability of his or her death, and for that day, we wear the sign of that inevitability on our foreheads in ashes.

The ashes we receive on our forehead in the shape of a cross serve as an outward sign of our sinfulness and need for penance. The ashes also symbolize our mortality, a reminder that one day we will die and our bodies will return to dust. Traditional words when we receive the ashes are: Remember that thou art dust and unto dust thou shalt return.

So, Ash Wednesday is a time of self-examination, and of our faith in the promise of eternal life. Can we turn down the noise in our lives for forty days and listen to what God wants to tell us? Because if we don’t listen, we won’t hear him call us by name–our name. We won’t hear that we should not be afraid. We won’t hear that God is madly in love with each one of us. We won’t hear what we can do to change ourselves.

Is there something in our lives that might prevent eternal life? If there is, we have an opportunity to change it. We know who we are. We know we’ve done. Shouldn’t we examine ourselves and work on the problems we may have?

Forgive those things we have done
which have caused you sadness,
and those things we should have done
that would have brought you joy.
In both we have failed
and you.
Bring us back to that place
where our journey began,
when we said that we would follow
the way that you first trod.
Lead us to the Cross
and meet
us there.

The Wrong I Have Done

Posted: February 9, 2016 in World On The Edge
Photo by jclk8888, 2014,

Photo by jclk8888, 2014,

Responsorial Psalm for February 3, 2016, Daily Mass
Ps 32:1-2, 5, 6, 7

R. Lord, forgive the wrong I have done.
Blessed is he whose fault is taken away,
whose sin is covered.
Blessed the man to whom the LORD imputes not guilt,
in whose spirit there is no guile.

R. Lord, forgive the wrong I have done.

Then I acknowledged my sin to you,
my guilt I covered not.
I said, “I confess my faults to the LORD,”
and you took away the guilt of my sin.

R. Lord, forgive the wrong I have done.

For this shall every faithful man pray to you
in time of stress.
Though deep waters overflow,
they shall not reach him.

R. Lord, forgive the wrong I have done.

You are my shelter; from distress you will preserve me;
with glad cries of freedom you will ring me round.

R. Lord, forgive the wrong I have done.

Screen Shot 2012-01-02 at 10_17_44 AMMost of our every day life, we act like children, worried about physical things like appearances. If only we could realize that our everyday life is our spiritual life, from the moment we wake until the moment we lay our heads on the pillow at night. Everything we do matters. Every person we meet is our brother or sister. Every situation we deal with is an opportunity for us to show what we are made of–and who made us.

Our spirit is the human element which gives us the ability to have an intimate relationship with God. Our spirit is the immaterial part of ourselves that connects with God, who Himself is spirit. And it is what gives us our likeness to Him. Also, it is our spirit, given by God, that reveals truth and enables us to worship God appropriately.

We always have God’s spirit, (the capability to act Godly) but we may not always show spirituality.( actual acts of Godliness)

We didn’t have anything to do with our own creation. We had no choice whether we were born or not. That’s interesting in itself–why were we born into this place, at this time? There must be a reason.

If our physical life is finite, but our spiritual life is everlasting, then the reason for our being born into this time and place would have to do with our spirituality—we are expected to actually do something Godly. Here and now.

We have a mission–an  every day mission–because God is an Everyday God , not just a Sometimes on Sunday God.

And I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” Then I said, “Here am I! Send me.” –Isaiah 6:8

kaye and Mary

Having a sister is being able to keep a childhood that you will never lose.

To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. ~Clara Ortega

Sunday, February 7, is my sister’s birthday. She will be…..well, I can’t tell you that, but I can tell you she means the world to me and always has.

In the picture, my sister, Mary,  is on my right. She’s the one with the less dainty, dark shoes–Mary’s big shoes, as they were referred to not only by our parents (who would never call them orthopedic) but by Mary herself, as in… “I’m gonna kick you with my big shoes!”  Yes, the shoes were a weapon!   Thank God, she only had to wear them for a little over a year.

Also in the picture, you will notice that Mary’s hair is cropped very short, while mine is much longer. This is not because her hair did not grow. It is because she was enthralled with her kindergarten scissors and how they snipped off  hair so easily–and quickly. In five minutes, the scissors took her from loads of natural curls to the same receding hairline as our grandfather.

Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize. Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks. Borrow. Break. Monopolize the bathroom. Are always underfoot. But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there. Defending you against all comers. – Pam Brown

My sister, Mary, has long legs and arms. She played junior high basketball, twisted her knee and for weeks sat nightly on our kitchen table doing lifts with weights on her ankle to make it better, which she did. And afterwards, she was a force to reckon with on the basketball court, and in sisterly fights. Oh yes, we fought! But I rarely got in a punch because I could never seem to get past her long, long arms. She still has those arms–so wonderful now, for hugs.

If you don’t understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child. – Linda Sunshine.

Mary was always, always first to the swing! See how she sits there so…superior?


This picture of course is First Communion. Mary First CommunionIt was taken on the church grounds and insisted upon by my mother who had to demand that Mary take a break from chasing (and catching) all the boys in the First Communion class so the photo could be taken. What does she hold in those hands behind her back? Can’t tell you that either, but can you see how she is soooo ready to run after the boys again?



My sister was the Maid of Honor in my wedding, and has remained by my side ever since. I love her and wish her a very Happy Birthday on Sunday.  See you soon, Sister, for some more good times!


Someone Like Me???

Posted: February 4, 2016 in World On The Edge
Photo by phaewilk, 2006,

Photo by phaewilk, 2006,

There’s a special bond between a father and daughter. Between a Daddy and his little girl. Lots of love, lots of loyalty, lots of protection against a dubious world……if you’re lucky.

If you’re lucky, maybe he’s the one who could always make you laugh. Maybe he’s the one who showered you with compliments and confidence when he said, “You’re beautiful!” Maybe he’s the one who tucked you into bed at night and told you stories about grizzly bears and princesses. And I’m certain he’s the one into whose arms you sank when you took your first big jump into a swimming pool.

Fathers are extremely important to their daughter’s growth into a strong woman with convictions. A little girl sees her own worth in her father’s eyes, and she never forgets it. If she doesn’t see herself reflected as someone good, beautiful, smart, and someone he wants to be around–then look for problems. She will act out her lack in some way. According to many studies, she may ‘look for love and attention in all the wrong places.,’ the love and attention she didn’t receive as a child.

A daughter will often marry a man with traits like her father’s. Good traits, or bad traits.

If you’re a father, ask yourself this question: Do I want my daughter to marry someone like Me?

If the answer is no, you may have some work to do.

Dear Mamas…..

Posted: February 3, 2016 in World On The Edge

Anne Marie and CarolineDEAR MAMAS,
You are the wives.
You are the mothers.
You are the nannies.
You are the teachers.
You are the cooks–no, the gourmets!
You are the washerwomen and the scrubbers.
You are the taxi drivers.
You are the gardeners.
You are the counselors
You are the peace-makers.
You are the judges.
You are the juries.
You are the nesters.
You are the consolers.
You are the planners.
You are the confessors.
You are the dream-makers.
You are the caterers.
You are the celebrators.
You are the lovers.
You are the listeners.







The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Is the Hand That Rules the World–William Ross Wallace

Up a Tree???

Posted: February 2, 2016 in World On The Edge

raccoon_on_treeUp a tree. Cornered, trapped, caught.

At another’s mercy, in another’s power.

The expression is said to come from coon hunting. Once a raccoon is treed by the hounds, he’s a gone coon.

Do you like to be up a tree, with someone else in charge? Do you like to put yourself in a vulnerable position? Generally, I don’t.

I don’t like the feeling of not being in control. I want to know how something’s going to turn out before I step into it. I like the safety of the ‘usual.’ So, taking a risk is not a thing I’m likely to do easily–without a push, without a really good reason.

But there are some really good reasons for allowing ourselves to become vulnerable enough to take a risk. Another person’s life, for instance. We’d like to think that if someone was in danger, we’d step in to help, or even save his life, despite the risk to ourselves. We put another ahead of ourselves and this shows human love.

Love is a really good reason to make yourself vulnerable.

We cannot be truly in love with someone with out being vulnerable. We can’t walk around in armor; we have to take that off and let our true selves out in order to experience genuine love. Otherwise, it’s just a game of charade.

In love, we often have to back down, or give way. We cannot force those we say we love to do much of anything–ok maybe a little child, but even then, it’s not a good idea.

When we become vulnerable and let go—make ourselves completely available to the other—the love between us becomes stronger. We allow the other the freedom to find for themselves his/her way forward, even if it involves mistakes. Even if those mistakes affect us, too.

When we allow ourselves to be ‘treed…’

When we loosen our grip on the wheel and let go of every little thing…

When we allow ourselves to be vulnerable to someone we love, and they do likewise…

Then love becomes extremely powerful. Powerful enough to withstand any threat or risk.

This is selflessness— not selfishness.

This is when our hearts are open, and our very lives are on the line.

This is genuine love. And there is nothing else quite like it.