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Of Landmarks and Air Mail

Posted by on May 12, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

Of Landmarks and Air Mail

I am a landmark driven person. If someone gives me directions, I’ll do a lot better if they include a few landmarks. When we travel I watch the signs, calling out the names of side streets and roads. We notice buildings that have seen better days, pretty homes, businesses, and churches. We really like to read church signs and we love the architecture of churches. Maybe it is a sudden valley, a lone tree, a peaceful creek running beside the car. We watch and comment on the things we see along the way.   One thing I love about the fact that we have two places between which we split our time is the familiarity which develops in the drive. All along the way from Hendersonville to Banner Elk there are landmarks.   There are the mundane places, for instance where we merge onto a different interstate. There’s the McDonalds where we sometimes stop for coffee or sweet tea. We pass Ridgecrest and The Cove where I have wonderful memories of fellowship with other writers and speakers. Some places are spectacularly beautiful, like our favorite valley—the place we day dream of living someday.   And then, there is “Air Mail”.   At the base of the mountain, immediately before the climb up what is called the “Winding Staircase,” is a mailbox. The first time we drove this road my husband told me to watch for it and then told me this story. Years ago, when he and his mother were driving up to Boone she spotted the mailbox and it tickled her funny bone. He hoped it was still there. It was a landmark of a happy time with his mother.   When we spotted it we almost felt like Mama was there with us. Sure enough, high on a pole above the real mail box was a second one with a little airplane perched on top. It was labeled “Air Mail.”   I laughed out loud. It tickled my funny bone too. So, the highlight of the trip whether we are coming up the mountain or going down is spotting the Air Mail Box. It reminds Bruce of a special experience with his mother. It gives me another connection with the mother-in-law I never got to meet. And, we either know we’ve made it down the winding staircase safely, or we need to pay attention to the curves because we are heading up!   Silly?  Maybe. But I was thinking about this the other day. I was in a conversation online about the value—or lack thereof—of sorrowing for the “good old days.” In the conversation we agreed that there is little value in that. My grandma used to say, “The good old days weren’t so good.” And it is true.   But, wait a minute. Let’s be careful not to react too quickly and bounce too far to the other side. There is value in looking at the past. There is value in noticing the landmarks, those points...

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The Treasure of Time Spent Together

Posted by on May 10, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

The Treasure of Time Spent Together

Today I saw online that one of my “Jr. Cousins”—a daughter of a cousin—is going to spend several weeks this summer with her grandparents in Nebraska. I am so excited for her. I would love to spend several weeks with her grandparents! They are some of my favorite people. Besides, they live in Nebraska. Enough said.   I told my junior cousin that she would never regret the time she spent with her grandparents. Specifically, the time where she is the only person there. I learned this lesson and I’m so thankful I did.   You see, when I was in my twenties I discovered that it was really cool to visit my grandparents without anyone else along. Especially without my parents. Now, don’t get me wrong. It was fun with them there too. But, I discovered an entirely different level of communication when it was just me and them. I don’t know if the difference was in my attitude or my grandparents’—maybe both—but I definitely felt like an adult talking to adults in a way I had never experienced before.   I heard some of the same stories, but I heard others. I found myself looking at them differently than I would have if my parents had been there to enter the conversation. I learned to appreciate my grandparents as individuals, adults, and even friends. That was the real treasure of the situation.   So today, when I realized a junior cousin was on her way to this kind of experience those mixed feelings bubbled up. Joy and even a bit of jealousy! All of my grandparents are now in heaven. I’ll have to wait until I get there to enjoy a day with them again. But, I AM thankful for every opportunity I had to spend time with them while they were here. I don’t regret one single moment. Not one.   What about you? If you have a grandma or grandpa still living, take it from me. It’s worth whatever you have to do to get there. Then you will understand the...

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Punkin Pie Trust

Posted by on Apr 30, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 1 comment

This morning, needing to reboot my brain so that it wouldn’t be stuck on one problem and how it could be solved, I put on my walking shoes and ushered myself out the door. As I walked along the creek on the path to the park I reveled in God’s creation. Spring is finally coming to the mountains. The cool wind blew my hair around and with it went the cobwebs muddling my brain.   My mind started reviewing the attributes of God. Nature does that to me. Omnipotent, Omniscient—I love the sound of that word—Omnipresent. . . my mind hesitated. Everywhere present. He is right here with me.   I imagined Jesus walking beside me on the path, and you better believe it, I told him all about it. After my mind spit it all out verses started coming to me.   “Cast your care upon him, for he careth for you.” HE CARETH FOR YOU! WOW! I imagined all of my worries as big rocks. I piled them up in my arms, each with its name painted in bright primary colors. I took the pile over to Jesus and I dumped them. I felt lighter.   “Commit thy way unto the Lord, trust also in Him and He shall bring it to pass.” Trust. . . there’s that tough word again.   “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and He shall direct thy paths.” Trust in the Lord with ALL my heart. ALL my heart.   At that moment a thought struck me. Is this my stumbling block with trust? Do I have the kind of trust that can dump every problem on Him, like a pile of rocks and walk away? Or is mine a puny intellectual trust that knows God is able, but doesn’t ever really dump and walk away?   Like a flash of lightening a memory shot into my mind. Grandpa McKnight was sitting in his chair, feet up on the stool in front of him. With his huge hands folded across his belly he waxed eloquent on the difference between Pumpkin Pie and Punkin Pie.   “Pumpkin pie, Miriam is great.” He grinned. “I can always eat pumpkin pie. But, well, it’s not the same thing as PUNkin pie, is it?” He unfolded his hands and rubbed them together, rolling his eyes a little. “PUNkin pie, now that’s the real deal Susie!”   And I thought, I’ve been depending on a pumpkin pie kind of trust. The kind that is easy to make. The kind that tastes a little like the real thing, but doesn’t quite satisfy. What I want, what I need is PUNkin pie trust.   But how to get that? So as I walked back home I thought about the steps to PUNkin pie trust.   Why do I trust my husband? Because I know him. I have experienced his honesty and trustworthiness over and...

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God’s Message to Me. . . and You!

Posted by on Mar 19, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 1 comment

Over the past several years my pattern has been to read Psalms for my devotions. I read five a day, starting with the Psalm that matches the date and then adding thirty, sixty, ninety, etc.   One great result of this habit is that now I have a journal-of-sorts of these years. As I read I can see from the notes in the margins, the underlined verses, and even the underlined sections in my Life Application Bible just what was going on that day. Not just that, but I can see how God spoke to me and met my need.   Today I was reading Psalm 41. This month I am mixing it up and just reading straight through.   Psalm 41:2-3 are bracketed and beside it I’ve written, “Daddy – December 2012!!” The verses say this: “The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies. The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.”   The reason this stood out to me that day was, well, it was so obvious.   You see, I read this passage that day from my daddy’s Bible. I was standing beside his hospital bed in the ICU at the VA in Sturgis. He had just suffered two seizures. He was still unconscious. I was scared to death and trying not to show it. I looked around the room and there, on the top of his belongings sat his Bible. Picking it up, I turned to the Psalms and started in on my pattern. And, there it was, in front of God and everyone. God’s message for Miriam for the day!   Now, I’m not one to say that God always will give such a clear answer. Many times He doesn’t. But, that day—God did. When I returned to the waiting room I told Mom, “You’ll never guess what the passage I read Daddy said.” She was amazed.   And when Daddy woke up and his mind cleared from the seizures and meds, I told him and He was encouraged.   You see, God’s Word is there to speak to us, teach us, and encourage us. Today and everyday! Don’t forget to find God’s message for you...

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The Value of The Long View

Posted by on Mar 7, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

The Value of The Long View

As I get older, I often think about my grandparents’ lives in the whole. We look at their marriages as shining examples of success, and they were. We see them as hugely successful people, and they were. But, buried in those long marriages and successful lives were harsh and difficult days. Days when they failed. Days when their situation seemed impossible. Days when they felt like giving up. Days when they couldn’t see the road ahead. But, over all they came to the end of their lives and looked back on it with joy at the great life they had! This is a lesson for me. What about you? The value of the long view. It’s just another legacy they left...

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With God as My GPS!

Posted by on Feb 28, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 1 comment

It used to be whenever I traveled I printed out MapQuest directions and then read over them until I was fairly confident of the path. Before that, of course there were real maps. I still carry a real map in my car today, but I now depend on my GPS.   I don’t think twice about directions. All I need is an address. In fact, sometimes I don’t even write down the address. When I get in the car I Google the place I want to go, program it into my GPS, and off I go.   Yesterday I didn’t need my I phone, but I did need the GPS. I had looked up the directions on MapQuest to see how long it would take, but didn’t bother with printing it. I programmed the address into my GPS—I’ve been here before so it was almost like the machine knew what was coming next—and off I went.   I started driving before the machine finished putting in instructions because I remembered part of the path that MapQuest suggested.  However, the GPS didn’t agree! It wanted me to go the opposite direction. So, I stopped and looked at the details of the GPS. Hmmm. Looks right.  (Let me put a suggestion in here. Usually it is not best to try and combine directional tools. I’ve tried before. Doesn’t end well.)  So, I decided to trust the GPS and call it exploring.     Our new town is in the mountains. There aren’t direct straight roads anywhere in the mountains and no direct route to the interstate that would take me up through Virginia to Pennsylvania. However, I’m pretty sure the GPS picked the “shortest route”, not the fastest.   An hour later I was still winding through curvy—you could almost call them hairpin turning—roads. I began to have doubts. But, I kept telling myself. . . as long as you see a road where it tells you to turn follow the directions. Just make sure there is a real road there.   Finally, in Damascus Virginia I stopped the car, called my husband, and pulled out the map. “I have no idea where I am,” I said. “Somewhere in Virginia but I still haven’t seen a main road. Beautiful scenery, but no main road.”   He laughed. “But you are safe.”   “Yes. And I have a map.” So, I consulted the map and got my bearings so the next time I came to an intersection I could tell that the quickest way to the interstate I wanted wasn’t the way the GPS was directing. I had explored enough. After all, I didn’t have time to “explore” all the way from NC to PA. Unfortunately, the way I chose had construction and I’m pretty convinced the directions the GPS planned would have been better. Hmmm.   As I flew along the interstate I thought about how much trusting the GPS is like trusting God. Sometimes the way He leads doesn’t make...

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On Snow Cream and Book Winners

Posted by on Feb 13, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

On Snow Cream and Book Winners

I just experienced a first. My husband and I made snow cream. I can’t believe I’ve never had this before! Where has it been all of my life? It’s not as if I’ve never seen snow. After all, I spent most of my life in Nebraska, Wyoming, and South Dakota. You would think I would be a snow cream aficionado. My name should be synonymous with snow cream instead of say, coffee. I’m just saying. But, no. I don’t remember having snow cream before. I remember eating snow as a child. It was kind of one of those guilty pleasures because we were instructed by someone—not sure it was our parents—that eating snow was dangerous. Of course, as my husband pointed out, this was in the late 60’s and early 70’s and it very well could have been due to the fear of radioactive particles! But today I discovered this unspeakable treat. I find it rather ironic that I had to move to the South to learn about snow cream. The South, where everything grinds to a halt at the threat of snow. The South, where schools are called off even before any snow-flakes fall. The South, where the interstate has even been known to become a parking lot. They make sure the generator is working or the kerosene supply is ready. (That’s due to the threat of ice storms and power outages—much more common down here.) People rush to the store and stock up on bread and milk. I now understand the milk part. Whenever there is the least threat—I mean promise—of snow here, the children start dreaming of snow men and snow cream. There are some people who even have superstitious rituals that they perform in hopes that it will bring enough snow to really call it a storm. My husband tells of taking the wash pan outside and filling it with snow so their mom could make snow cream. Today he took the big green dish out. It was so good we had to make a second batch. Here is the recipe: 4 cups snow, 1 cup milk, 1/4 cup sugar, 1 tsp. vanilla. So, while the South may not deal with the snowy roads as well as our neighbors up North, we do know what to do with our day at home. Make snow cream! I’m thinking that’s not such a bad thing! And, one more thing. . .  As promised, here are the winners of the free books. Please email me at doublecousins.net@gmail.com to let me know your address.  pthomas18, tarheel59qc, bayridge964, drusillajd, and pandminireland. Congratulations to the winners and thank you to all who...

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Winter Storm Preparedness from a Snowstorm Junkie!

Posted by on Feb 12, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 4 comments

Winter Storm Preparedness from a Snowstorm Junkie!

I am really a glutton for a good snow-storm. I love a good blizzard. I woke up early this morning just to see if it was snowing yet. I’ve been watching the weather map to see when the storm will arrive. I can’t wait! I grew up in Nebraska and Wyoming and there is something so exciting about being snowed in, preparing for power outages, and no watching the storm progress. I love it all. In fact, this morning I’ve had the TV on so that I can see all of the storm coverage. I am a snowstorm junkie! I guess one reason I love storms is that I know how to prepare. I know that if I prepare properly there isn’t anything to be afraid of, and it is an opportunity to hunker down with loved ones and eat soup, drink hot chocolate, and watch the snow fall. As I’ve listened to the newscasters reiterate over and over how to prepare for the coming storm I couldn’t help but realize that these same things apply to preparing for a spiritual storm. So, here are some of the practical emergency preparedness tips that I think apply to both, with a verse to back it up. (After all, we need to back our ideas up with scripture!”   Make sure you have enough food in the house. Cook some food ahead so if you lose power you can eat something besides bread and milk!     Matthew 4:4b “Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.”  Fill your car gas tank. It may be hard to get gas after the storm. (This is especially important when planning for a hurricane. Bruce used to go fill every single vehicle with gas before a storm.)     Psalm 119:11 “Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee.”  Make sure you have a back-up source of heat, if possible. Otherwise, make sure you have plenty of blankets and a gas grill for heating water.      Isaiah 25:4 “For thou hast been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.” Find your candles, lanterns, and camping lamps so you have a light source.     Psalm 27:1 “The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?” Make sure your cell phones are charged fully.     Philippians 4:8 “Finally brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.” Stay home where you have heat, light, and food. Don’t put yourself...

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Super Bowl and Super Deal! – Book Give-Away

Posted by on Feb 3, 2014 in Blog, Double Cousins, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 15 comments

Super Bowl and Super Deal! – Book Give-Away

I was asked today which team I was rooting for. I asked who was playing. Yes. I did. To be honest, I don’t pay much attention to sports. I enjoy watching a football game if I’m watching with a group. I usually root for the underdog. Why? Because, I want people to win. I always feel bad for the loser. It’s as simple as that. So, I have a deal for you! My new website at www.miriamjonesbradley launches tomorrow, February 3rd. I am delighted to share this beautiful new site with you. It is user-friendly, full of information, and you can order my books straight from the site–either via links to Amazon, or directly from me! You can also learn more about my speaking opportunities, and where I’m going to be. “What’s the good deal,” you ask? It’s a contest! You have the opportunity to win one of my newly released books! Below you will find the rules for entering. I hope you will visit and explore my new website and tell your friends and family to check it out too! Miriam Jones Bradley Website Launch Official Book Giveaway Rules!  I will give away five copies of my latest book, The Double Cousins and the Mystery of the Rushmore Treasure. Entries will be collected from February 3 -11, 2014. Winners will be announced on my blog post Thursday, February 13, 2014 and will have one week to notify me of their mailing address. In order to enter you must: 1. Sign up for blog posts on my website 2. Choose ONE of these three 1. Comment on this blog post 2. Share this message on Twitter…. Enter to win multiple copies of @AuthorMiriam’s new release in the #doublecousins series at http://ow.ly/tcQnz 3. Share this message on Facebook (be sure to tage Miriam Jones Bradley for verification)… Enter to win multiple copies of Miriam Jones Bradley’s new release in the Double Cousins series at http://ow.ly/tcQn Entries will only be accepted from United States due to shipping...

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Holiday Memories, Holiday Stories

Posted by on Dec 9, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 1 comment

Holiday Memories, Holiday Stories

For some reason I’m not a huge fan of the Christmas movies. I don’t know why. They are usually fun, sentimental, and wholesome. I’m just not usually motivated to stop on a channel if it is one of those movies. But, last night I surprised myself. I was flipping channels and came across one and decided to watch. It was called Christmas Lodge and it was special. It was the story of a young woman who helps rescue the lodge where her family spent Christmas every year when she was little. It was all about God, family, and legacy. Of course I liked it. At the end when she not only got the guy, but her ailing Grandpa managed to make it to the newly restored lodge for Christmas, I shut off the TV and I sighed. That. Was. Great! I started thinking about family and the places we build traditions. That reminded me of a blog I’ve been itching to write. Back in the late 70’s and early 80’s we lived in Gillette, Wyoming. I was in my last two years of high school and early adult years. For several years, every Thanksgiving we would travel to Morrill, Nebraska to have Thanksgiving with my Uncle Tom, Aunt Twyla and their family. Grandpa and Grandma Jones would drive over from central Nebraska and meet us there. One year they all came to Gillette, but only once. It was easier for us to travel since we didn’t have animals to take care of, like Uncle Tom. This picture is one that was taken on one such Thanksgiving. This is my Grandpa Jones, my sister, and one of our cousins. Grandpa is in heaven now and Tony and Vonda are all grown up. But, when I look at this picture I have a flood of memories. Memories of the cinnamon buns and pumpkin pies Mom would make to take with us.  Memories of Uncle Tom cutting the turkey and waving the knife when I tried to snitch some. Memories of watching the football game on TV. Memories of watching the boys playing football out in the yard. Memories of looking through all of Aunt Twyla’s cake decorating books. Memories of sleeping on blankets on the floor. And, memories of Grandpa telling stories. Now, we all live in different places and we have different holiday traditions. But, for a few years we had that special time. It is one I’ll remember forever! What holiday traditions do you have? Do they involve listening to your grandparents tell stories. I’d recommend it! They have some interesting things to...

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Who, What, When, Where, How, and Why?

Posted by on Dec 2, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

Who, What, When, Where, How, and Why?

             Who? YOU! What? Social Media Sale!  Buy one of each of my three books for only $25.00 plus shipping! (Bonus: I’m happy to sign and personalize each book!) When? Now until December 31st Where? www.Doublecousins.net or doublecousins.net@gmail.com How? Simply email me your order and I’ll take care of the rest! I’ll contact you for payment options. Why? Because it’s a great deal! A gift for children and/or adults! As always, all three books are available on Amazon and other online bookstores. They are also available in Kindle!...

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Power of an Unchanging God!

Posted by on Nov 28, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

Power of an Unchanging God!

This morning I woke up to sunshine! I turned on the TV to see the parade. As I flipped through the channels I saw Kristyn Getty singing “In Christ Alone.” “No power of Hell, no scheme of man, Can ever pluck me from His hand. Till he returns or calls me home, Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.” I am thankful for many things, but the truth that God never changes and His power holds me till eternity is what I’m most thankful for today. Without that, well. . . none of that other stuff would mean much would it? My favorite reason to go to the beach is to see the ocean. There is something about watching the waves come in, go out, come in, go out that reminds me of the unchanging character of God. Enjoy this picture of the ocean! Let the unchanging character of God change...

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Imperfect People doing what a Perfect God asked!

Posted by on Nov 17, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized | 1 comment

Imperfect People doing what a Perfect God asked!

At church today I heard two messages. One was about the holiness of God. When we see Him for who He is and ourselves for who we are, it changes us. The second spoke to the fact that God was pleased with Solomon because he simply wanted wisdom. He loved God. I was reminded of some friends. What we need to do is ask God what it is He wants us to do, then do it. Simple, right? It reminds me of some friends. . . Little did I know when I offered to make an airport run for a conference that I was going to receive such an amazing blessing. In my car was Sue Badeau. As I heard just a bit of her story my heart jumped into my throat. This woman had a keen understanding of the needs of children, specifically the need for a home. She reminded me of a lady who wrote a book years ago titled, “The Family Nobody Wanted.” When I discovered she and her husband, Hector were writing a book about their experiences adopting and raising 22 children I simply couldn’t wait. So, I offered to read a pre-release copy. I wasn’t disappointed! First, she referenced the very book I mentioned above. No Kidding. Secondly, I found myself drawn into the book in such a way that I could not put it down. I wanted to know what happened to each child. I rejoiced with them in their accomplishments. My heart broke for them in their trials and disappointments. I felt like I knew this family. I was challenged in my thinking regarding the need for homes for older children and young people. As an adult whose mother died when I was young, I am very aware of the importance of extended family in the life of a child, especially those experiencing trauma. However, I had never transferred that knowledge to the reality of foster and adoptive children. I was thankful for the honest, humble way that Hector and Sue share their failures as well as their successes. These aren’t perfect people. They are simply imperfect people doing what a perfect God has asked them to do. Love the children. No, God hasn’t asked each of us to do what Hector and Sue have been asked to do. But, it can be a challenge to each of us to see people living out their calling! If you love children, if you believe in family, if you like biographies or stories about real people. . . this book is for you! Are We There Yet? The Ultimate Road Trip: Adopting and Raising 22 Kids! by Hector and Sue Badeau...

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Growing and Going

Posted by on Nov 15, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized |

Growing and Going

I’ve had a wonderful month. It has been busy, but awesome. For years I dreamed of having my nieces and nephews come visit. But, due to the distance and finances it hasn’t happened. However, in the past sixteen months my three oldest nieces all made the trip down South. The twins were the last and they stayed three weeks, flying home last week. My house feels empty. Shortly before they arrived I found a picture from their eight-year-old trip. That’s another story but I’ll tell you that it is a trip my sister and I take them on when they are eight. It’s not a very original name, but the kids were the first to call it that and it stuck. The three girls—now all eighteen—reenacted the photo a couple of years ago. When I found the original picture I searched my computer files and found the second one. In this one picture is a description of how I’ve felt with their recent visits. Do you remember the commercial on TV about the dad letting his sixteen year old daughter drive away for the first time? As he looks into the car what he sees is a four-year-old sitting behind the wheel. The reality is that there is a capable young lady ready to take on the world. This has been my reality. Oh, the little girls were here. I saw them fleetingly in the giggles, mannerisms, and personality traits that stay with us through our lifetime. But, in the place of the little eight-year old girls were capable eighteen-year old women. Adults. So, these were “getting to know you” visits. I’m hoping that they will lay the foundation for a new kind of relationship. One in which I have three new “best friends”—once babies I snuggled with, children with whom I experienced adventure, and now adults with whom I can share. Growing up isn’t so bad after all, is...

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A Grown-Up Tea Party

Posted by on Oct 18, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized | 2 comments

A Grown-Up Tea Party

One of the things I miss the most about living near my family. . .  No, that’s not right. The thing I MOST miss about living near my family is the opportunity to be a daily part of my nieces and nephews lives. For the first ten years of “aunthood” I lived right there, in the thick of it. I was at every birthday party, every Christmas, every everything. Well, except for the year my passport was stolen and I had to wait to fly home from Europe, thereby missing the twins’ birthday. Something we would do that was particularly fun was tea parties. We would fill the teapot; pull out real tea cups and the tiny spoons. We would fill the creamer with milk, pull out the sugar dish, and place little cookies on a fancy plate. Gathered around the table we enjoyed each other’s company while practicing our manners. Even the boys enjoyed the tea parties because—of course—they involved food! They were precious memory-making opportunities and the beginning of my teapot collection. Each time I use a teapot I wish someone in my family could be here to enjoy tea with me. I have especially wished some of my nieces and nephews could come. Today, my dream has come true. Two of my nieces are here for a visit and we are having tea. The thing is while I imagine them as eight-year old little girls, they are now adults. They are doing online college courses, so we are tea partying over our work. While I blog and work on the last bits for my next book, they are working on a project on their laptops. And, we are enjoying tea. We are having a grown-up tea...

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Of Nurses and Politics. . .

Posted by on Oct 1, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized | 2 comments

Of Nurses and Politics. . .

Of Nurses and Politics. . . (This blog post is a repeat from 2012. However, considering the current events in America I believe it is timely!) I started my new job last week and I have two more days of corporate orientation. Then I get to start my “on the job training” in the ICU/CCU.   Since my official residence is still in South Carolina and I am a republican, I am voting this week.   Now, I realize there may be an apparent disparity between those two events, but I think not. I’ll explain why.   I started thinking about this last month when I finished my last week at Lexington Medical Center.  I was so, so, so glad to be done. But, I was desperately saddened. I was leaving “my peeps”. I’ve never called a group that before. For some reason—I’m unsure why—I bonded more than ever before with my coworkers. I think it may have been our differences.   The group that worked the night shift were from all over. There were some from the South, sure. But, there were some from the Midwest, the Northeast, the Philippines, Norway, and even one from that foreign-est of foreign places, South Dakota. But, that didn’t matter.   It also didn’t matter that we were of all different persuasions of religion and politics. There were ultra-conservative people, bleeding hearts, those who really didn’t have an opinion, and some in the middle. We were of every color, “red and yellow, black and white.”   We even had different styles of nursing. There were the “rule followers” who believed the policy is the ultimate document. There was the laissez faire, laid-back sort. There were the “Lone ranger” nurses who liked to do things themselves, and then there were the “it’s all more fun if we do it as a group” type.   Oh, there were differences. Differences of style, differences of personality, differences of beliefs, and even differences of opinion, otherwise called disagreements. Oh yes, there were disagreements.   BUT.   There was a unifying cause. There was something that trumped all of those differences and disagreements and that was what made us a team. The patient.   Nothing brings a team of nurses together like these words, “Call a Code.” Or even the slightly less terrifying, “I need help in here.”   When a patient is “crashing” the nurses come together and there is one goal, saving the patient. All differences are forgotten and they work as a team to make sure the patient survives. Maybe things aren’t done exactly like the “rule followers” would like. Maybe the “bleeding hearts” don’t get everything they would like. But, the patient gets their best group effort.   Here was my thinking as I finished at Lexington and now this week as I am being introduced to a new team. I was privileged to work in the midst of such a great and diverse group of nurses. I learned a lot from them, even...

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