I would like to extend to you a heartfelt Merry Christmas and pray that you will fill the holiday with the joys of Christmas through sights, sounds, and fellowship with friends and family. While I am feeling the joy of this holiday season, I am still feeling the never ending loss of family members who … More Merry Christmas Everyone!
One of the many highlights of moving to Atlanta has been going to events with my travel group that I met through the online Meetup site. Anyone of you who know me, know that I am pretty much a creature of habit and some of that is due in part to aging and being comfortable … More Stepping Out of My Box, A little at a Time….
Last week during Alabama’s Senate election, many stories came out which showed the commitment of individuals in exercising their Constitutional right to vote. But there was one story in particular that touched my heart. It was the story of a lady, who is an everyday citizen, quiet and unassuming, yet making a tremendous difference in … More Seeking Out Your Purpose!
Well it has now been about three months since my southern migration to my new home. In those three months, I have pretty much done everything needed to establish myself as a permanent resident in the City of Atlanta. While the transition has been relatively smooth, there have been some bumps and I have done … More Settling In….With A Ways to Go!
Well, I am now entering the next major stage of my journey to Atlanta. After being here in the city since Sept. 2nd, I finally signed my lease and got my key for my new apartment and I am so excited, I cannot describe it. While I will forever be grateful to my son and … More I Got The Keys!!!
In my endeavor to start anew in my new home state, I am reflecting on my life for the past 35 years in Wisconsin. I truly believe what the Bible says in Ecclesiastes 3:1 “There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens”. Wisconsin was home, where I … More Day Tripping….
Almost 15 years ago, just shy of one month, the Lord gave me the desires of my heart. I became a homeowner. At 50 years old it was thrilling, yet a bit frightening. The responsibility and the commitment to a foreclosed property was a bit overwhelming. But I knew the moment I saw it, … More As One Door Shuts…. Another Door Opens