The Blessing of Being Plain Re-visited

The Blessing of Being Plain Re-visited

As a little girl I imagined my name was Tamara–so much more elegant and interesting than plain Tammy.  I wanted to do amazing things…serve in the Peace Corps…write a bestseller…perform on Broadway.  Even now–mid-way through life and...
The Blessing of Being Plain Re-visited

When Life Doesn’t Make Sense

  I methodically fold each piece of laundry–bending, creasing, aligning edges–and wish life would align as closely to my hopes.  If only the loose ends left from the hard, dirty places of living could be trimmed as easily as the loose ends left at the...