Showing posts from April, 2013


Whenever I write or talk about relationships and this happens on a daily basis, I realize the importance of the subject. Family relationships hit the heart in an especially deep way. Like individuals change throughout the years families change too. Sometimes a family can feel too small, too large or magically just right. Whatever is happening in our families it's definitely got wings to spread to every member whether there is a feeling of being forgotten or feeling unnecessary to the rest of the group.Catherine begins to feel this way in the novel "CATHERINE'S PURSUIT by LENA DOOLEY NELSON. Catherine begins to feel incomplete. "Grief ripped through her. Tears streamed down her cheeks. To find out she had sisters and lose them all within a few minutes. She didn't feel like celebrating her birthday. Insted she wanted to mourn the sisters she lost before she even knew she had them." After her mother's death she finds out from her father that she has two ot…

FRIENDS AND FOES by ReShonda Tate Billingsley & Victoria Christopher Murray

These two authors just keep getting better and better. Every time I stopped reading FRIENDS & FOES by ReShonda Tate Billingsley & Victoria Christopher Murray to do a chore or run an errand was frustrating. I wanted to get back to New York, Houston, Chicago or The Virgin Islands where Rachel and Jasmine were having a really exciting adventure. Perhaps, Rachel wouldn't call it an adventure, but looking from a distance at thugs and guns and a disappearing dead body might seem downright fun. At least, the authors know how to make such goings on fun.

I knew this was going to be a fun novel when at the very beginning who should show up on the pages but Oprah. I had to keep reminding myself this is not really Oprah, silly. It's just a novel, but it all seemed so real except for the fact I have seriously doubts whether Oprah would find herself outside of Harpo in the parking lot with two angry women throwing words as hot as fire. President Obama and The First Lady are mention…

I Would Pick More Daisies

Don Herold (Adapted)
When the late Nadine Stair of Louisville, Kentucky, was 85 years old, she was asked what she would do if she had her life to live over again.
"I'd make more mistakes next time," she said. "I'd relax. I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been on this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.
"You see, I'm one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I've had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I've been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, and a raincoa…

The SPIRIT of the HEART Stories of Family, Hope, Loss, and Healing by Ismael N. Nuno, M.D.

Doctor Ismael N. Nuno, M.D. is a Heart surgeon in California. I must mention he is Latino because the surgeon is very proud of  his roots. He loves his roots deeply.  In The SPIRIT of the HEART Stories of Family, Hope, Loss, and Healing Dr. Nuno writes about the memorable patients, families and surgeries he has worked with throughout the years. It seems like his heart is as huge with kindness as his patients hearts are desperate for a surgeon to help them survive when it looks like they can't survive another week, month or year. Dr. Nuno is very humble. He never gives himself total credit for their survival and their ability to enjoy life for a longer time. He divides that extraordinary gift with a Higher power. It's an inner talk with himself. How much does science have to do with heart transplants and how much is not science. This inner talk became more personal, I think, after Dr. Nuno lost his mother, wife and daughter to heart trouble. He knows what heart dis…

Mom & Me & Mom by DR. MAYA ANGELOU

I remember reading I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by DR. MAYA ANGELOU. It's an autobiography which stays with you. When I began reading Mom and Me and Mom by Maya Angelou, I felt like this autobiography were as familiar as my home place. "I was three and Bailey was five when we arrived in Stamps, Arksas. We had identification tags on our arms..." However, in this latest autobiography there is so much to learn about Maya Angelou's mother. It is a memoir about the bond between mother and daughter. These two women lived to help and give love to one another at the worst of times and at the best of times.

It's ironic because Dr. Maya Angelou was taller than her mother. In every way she seemed like the bigger sister, and her mother the younger sister. Dr. Maya Angelou describes and shows photos of her mother who was a very nice looking woman. She was also a woman who didn't mind pulling out her "piece" (gun) if necessary and chasing trouble…


"Daughters of  Jerusalem weep not,  for me, but weep for yourselves, and for your children.
Luke 23:28 This is a story about different truths. Truths I would say are needful in order for me to continue my life journey successfully. The Copt answers the questions from a rabbi, a neighbor, a merchant, a young woman, etc. Each of these people asks a significant question of the Copt.

 By the way the Egyptians ultimately gave the papyri to the Coptic museum in Cairo, Egypt. The papyri were found in the 1940's and went through different hands before landing in the Cairo museum. Anyway, it felt almost too good to be true to read questions I have wondered about myself.
                                                                               None of the life questions bored me to tears. I sat in bed or on the couch reading at my normal rate of speed but praying all of the wonderful, wise and beautiful answers would stick in my head for the future. Then, I remembered a good goal woul…

William Wordsworth

The Daffodils by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
   That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
   A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
   And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
   Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
   Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
   In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
   In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
   Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.(poem-a-day)