Category: Nonfiction

I have been taking a pottery class this past month, learning how to use the wheel to create different vessels. Many of the steps involved in the creating of one of these vessels (aka crooked cups or bowls) remind me of the lessons I have been learning lately in this class called Living 101. Clay…

On Wednesday my computer crashed, and my files, my writing, my photographs and music all went with it. I didn’t handle the situation with grace. My initial reaction was to give up everything, my last year of school, my writing, and apply at McDonalds. When that didn’t appeal my second reaction was to break up…

What is self-righteousness? I know the answer, I just don’t want to admit that I indulge in it at times, or maybe frequently. Is it a human need to be right, to have the upper hand, or maybe to feel a tiny bit superior to his fellow man? I fooled around with the word “right”…

Twenty minutes ago I was composing a post on responsibility. When is a person responsible for actions done to them? As I was writing blogger decided to erase, and I got the hint. I am not ready to give my opinion on a topic I clearly haven’t a clue about. Yes, I took responsibility for…

House Cleaning. Not my favorite way to pass the day, but I got to a point the other morning where I felt my life was truly unmanageable. Boxes were so precariously stacked in my storage area, a staircase leading to my neighbor’s apartment, that when the cat jumped upon the leaning tower of boxes, all…

The Saint Francis prayer, a favorite of mine, begins: “Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.” For many years now, whenever I have heard the word instrument, I have thought of technical instruments, such as a compass or navigational equipment. The other day, someone spoke of an instrument as a musical instrument. I love…

There are a few things I know for sure. 1. Fear is the driving force behind many of my decisions and reactions. 2. When I surrender and allow God to take over, miracles occur. 3. The space in between the fear and the surrender is painful, uncomfortable and unnecessary. 4. All feelings pass when I…

There is just something powerful about words, written and spoken. While in Italy, at the Basilica of Saint Francis, I attended a mass, the prayers spoken in Italian. Even though I am not a religious person, and didn’t know what was even being said, I felt the power of the words as first the priest…