Section from Perfect Plan…a work in progress

I thought I’d lost this section that I took out of a novel I was writing in 2010. In fact I think this is the only piece I have of it. It didn’t fit with the suspense/romance. When I let the girls read it thy thought we’d never think to name ourselves, in other words we weren’t that sophisticated. They were thinking about when we were in high school, but these young ladies are adults, some married with careers.  Four of us were in the picture in Lunch in Lebanon.

Second thought, probably better not to base your fiction characters on your friends.


That Tuesday she met the girls for their weekly lunch date.

“What shall we call ourselves?” Minnie Sue said. “Back in the day we thought we were so cool and wicked to be known as the Black Devils instead of the Lebanon Blue Devils. But now we are too sophisticated for that.”

“Yeah, we need a name.” Linda said.

“Hmm, a group name,” June said.

“Why?” Minne Sue said.

“’Cause we’re bored,” Linda said.

“Don’t hold back let’s get some ideas written down?” Minnie Sue said.

“Best friends.” Betsy/Meredith said. “We all have best friends in other groups, but who do we the run to when it is something important?”

“We are incredibly different and yet so alike, four short, one tall. Three brunettes, two blondes, all girl!”

Sue Joyce said. “We talk about anything and everything. And we ALWAYS have fun.”
“We don’t care what other people think. We all hate gossip, it’s stupid,” Sue Joyce said.

“We read a lot. And yeah, we’re awesome!” Linda said.

“Oh! And most importantly we’re all followers of Christ,” Betsy/Meredith said.

A cheer from them and  they all set to work with napkins and pens, doodling, jotting down ideas as they came to mind.

Minnie Sue started, “I know, I know! J. A. R.s for Jesus’ Arms Reaching. We can make up gift jars to give as a ministry.”

“How about this, Proverbs 31 Wanabees?” Linda said.

June held her hand up as if any of them needed permission to talk. “I think L.E.G.S., Ladies

Empowered by God’s Spirit. personifies us.”

“S.O.S. – Sisters of Strength,” Sue Joyce add her contribution.

“Betsy you haven’t come up with one. You have to choose the right name for us,” June said.

“Well, I don’t think J.A.R.s is for us. We would never get around to making up the gift jars.” Laughter echoed around the table. “Proverbs 31 Wannabees might put too much pressure on us. I think it’s between S.O.S. and L.E.G.S. What do you think you’d rather hear called out, hey L.E.G.S. or S.O.S.? I vote for L.E.G.S., Ladies Empowered by God’s Spirit.”


I wish I had a knack for comedy, I’d flesh this out with a wickedly funny novel.


Do you revisit your schedule, prioritize and eliminate activities?
rope burningI like to pretend I have a time frame for that. My time comes when I’m at the end of the rope and it’s burning at both ends. One morning I slapped my forehead and said, “I don’t have to do all this. There is an easier way.”

I gave myself permission to take the time to organize, eliminate and refine one of my activities. I want more time to write, read books and crochet. Think about how much time we spend scrolling social networking. I can’t bear to watch television because the commercials bore me. I love entertainment, but even that I must limit how much Netflix to allow myself.

Mayo Clinic web site is my go to online resource for everything, even more so as I age. The experts take each body system to tell the reader what could happen. My concern is memory. “Memory tends to become less efficient with age. It might take longer to learn new things or remember familiar words or names.” My sister and I do a comedy act for each other. “Oh you know, it’s that thing that you use…” Twenty questions.

Times up, Meredith. Now you know why I prefer short posts.


“Life truly is a risky business, and if one puts up too many fences against risk one ends by shutting out life itself.” Kenneth S. Davis, author.

healthy boundaries





My fence is built with my norms and standards. It’s a beautiful structure, in some places brand new, held together with God’s promises. However, if you look further, you’ll discover patches held together with blood and tears. These are times when I’ve allowed someone’s bad behavior to destroy the fence. It lay in disrepair, leaving me defenseless (pun intended) until I found the courage to pick myself up and begin to rebuild. I have a gate in my fence, the hinges are made of love. It allows healthy activities, kind actions, reasonable dialogue and active learning. The gate can be closed against actions that wound and leave self-doubt.

boundariesI found a book, Boundaries: When To Say Yes, How to Say No by  Henry Cloud and John Townsend, helpful in establishing my  boundaries. The book  defines what boundaries are, and explains how they work with your family, friends and acquaintances. My mother probably could reduce that to four words, mind your own knittin’.





Tree Topper



Martha couldn’t find her angel for the tree top this year. Mine was sold I the estate sale almost three years ago. I enjoy Angels on the tree, oh, and stars. This year the tree has a beautiful bow.

I’m posting this for Hugh,, To raise money for charity. I’ve posted the rules, or go to his site and read what he has on his mind, and join in the fun.



This year Angela has a special message for you all. Now that I have shown you what is on top of our Christmas tree, she wants to know what is on top of your Christmas tree and, by participating, you’ll be helping me raise up to £250 for charity. If you’d like to take up Angela’s challenge then here’s what you need to do.

1. Take a picture of what is on top of your Christmas tree.

2. Start a new blog post called “Here’s what’s on Top of my Christmas Tree – what’s on Yours?”

3. Detail in the post that you are helping Angela and Hugh raise up to £250 for charity, by showing everybody what is on top of your Christmas tree.

4. Link your post back to this post by using a PingBack so other participants can see what is on top of your Christmas tree. PingBacks are easy to set up and I’ve given full instructions on how to set one up further down this post.

5. If you have problems with a PingBack, then just leave a comment with a link to your post in the comments section of this post.

Remembering Stella Young

This is a new concept for me. I applaud Stella Young’s philosophy of living life without objectifying yourself or anyone else.o

TED Blog

Here at the office, we end up screening a fair number of “inspirational” talks, stories of mighty challenges overcome and then shared onstage to serve as an inspiration to others. The point being: If I can overcome my problems [modest pause], what can you do? [applause]

Stella Young — comedian, activist, awesome person — was simply having none of that. She was not planning to serve as anyone’s inspirational porn of the month, and in her fiery, hilarious talk — given at TEDxSydney in the city’s famed Opera House this April — she laid into the stereotypes that she fought all her life.

Some choice quotes:

I was teaching in a Melbourne high school, and I was about 20 minutes into a year 11 legal studies class when this boy put up his hand and said, “Hey miss, when are you going to start doing your speech?” And I said, “What speech?” You know, I’d been talking them about defamation law for a good 20 minutes. And…

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Has anyone ever asked you, “What do you want?” You knew they really wanted a deep answer from you inner most heart of hearts. You glibly reply, “Thin thighs and world peace?” I have. I’m wondering did that come from my confusion about what I wanted, or fear of revealing too much of myself. At issue is trust. I’ve given too much trust to some who could never deliver what they promised. I was eager to make a relationship work, or I would have asked the right questions. I would be honest with myself and the other person.

Will I ever be able to trust again? I’ve been disappointed, but is the seed of trust still buried in me? That seed’s waiting dormant for the right soil, air and light to germinate and grow. Slowly, slowly, there is still time.

“Love all, trust few, do wrong to no one.” William Shakespeare

“Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to an unknown God.” Corrie Ten Boom


Don’t you just love a good a good quote? I do. I’ve come to see the value of profound thoughts from all kinds of folks, the famous, the infamous and the obscure. Pithy sayings that go right to the heart of the matter. If I’m unfamiliar with the person credited with the quote, I google them to see their credentials. These are a few I like.

“Forgiving is not forgetting, it’s letting go of the hurt.” Mary McLeod Bethune, educator and civil rights activist.

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” Dr. Seuss, world-renowned author of children’s book.

“Two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity. I’m not sure about the universe.” Albert Schweitzer, genius.

“You must do the things you think you can’t.” Eleanor Roosevelt, First Lady.

“Love one another as I have loved you.” Jesus Christ, Savior.

Tell me some of your favorites.