Monthly Archives: August 2019

Bob Dylan, in 1964, wrote the song, TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGIN’. That certainly is true about banking. Moving into my first apartment as a young adult, I remember following my mother’s practice of filling budget envelopes with cash, so … Continue reading →

I remember what it used to be like when you applied for a job . . . You scoured the newspaper want-ads. You looked for “help wanted” signs in windows. You asked your friends if they knew anyone who was … Continue reading →

Originally posted on August 3, 2018 The other morning, while enjoying the serenity of the quiet lake, I noticed some commotion to my right by the point. We have a gaggle of Canadian Geese living at the lake this summer. … Continue reading →

Dominic was born in Caleruega, Spain, August 8, 1170, making him a contemporary of Francis of Assisi. He was well educated, probably from a noble family. In 1194 he joined the Canons Regular, an order of priests. In 1215 he … Continue reading →

There has been a steady decline in the number of nuns in the United States in recent decades. In 1965 there were around 180,000 while today there are around 45,000, and 75% of those are over the age of 70. … Continue reading →

Some people have very profound, vivid angel experiences. Visions, dreams, encounters. Hollywood has been enamored with exploring stories some real, but most fictional. Regardless of one’s status of belief, the subject matter is intriguing and full of imaginative possibility. My … Continue reading →

Home . . . the place where we feel most welcome, most at ease. When we spend time in a hospital, we can’t wait to “go home.” Even when we return from a wonderful, refreshing vacation, we’re likely to say … Continue reading →

Texting is prevalent and acronyms have abounded making each touch to the screen shorter and faster. One of my favorites is LOL (laugh out loud) and another is BFF (Best Friends Forever). Jesus had six close friends who are mentioned … Continue reading →

My husband is such a fan of leftovers. When I scoop of sizable portion of spaghetti and meatballs into a squeaky styrofoam box at a restaurant, he’s already salivating about tomorrow’s lunch. When I refrigerate enough chili from tonight’s supper … Continue reading →

Yesterday morning, the lake was like a glass mirror. It was smooth and calm. There was no wind; the sun was shining, and the surface was still. Today, it was wild and reckless. The waves were slashing all about. The … Continue reading →