It’s been a long and challenging few months since I’ve posted. Thank you for spending a few minutes with me today to reflect and project.
Spring is close and I feel a renewed energy in the air. I hope I can share some positivity if you are struggling to find the beauty of the season. Let’s start with some visuals.
Bright cheerful flowers, brilliantly budding trees, azure blue skies. True masterpieces lifting my soul to a brighter place. Although I know rainy days, heavy grey clouds, and frightening storms are scattered throughout the season, I have a renewed determination to endure those days with faith, hope, and love.
I’m finally scheduled for my first COVID-19 vaccine this week and my husband has received both of his. Soon I will be able to visit friends and family with less fear of being infected by the virus.
My husband of 49 years, Wart-nicknamed by his grandfather for being a worry wart- made it through three months of cancer treatments and is doing better than expected thanks to his strong stamina, attentive doctors, and some TLC from me. While the emotional toll has been hard, his physical pain has been minimal. With a positive prognosis, a little more energy, and some warmer weather, he’ll be outside cutting grass and growing his tomato plants soon.
We’ve seen Hammie, our grand dog more than our daughter, Laura. Hope she’s ready for all the hugs she’s missed. I’ve got a year’s worth coming her way.
Hammie’s had to tolerate a bunch of them, but he doesn’t mind as long as he got a treat.
Spring brings a freshness that exceeds the cold, dark, winter days. Sometimes I have to remind myself that life is good. But, I know it is and I am blessed.
The new season brings thoughts of visiting family and friends, participating in outdoor adventures, and maybe even scheduling a face-to-face book signing.
Time to snuggle up with a cup of hot cocoa, a warm blanket, and a heart-warming book!
The Dahlonega Sisters are back and ready to entertain!
Will digging up family secrets uncover bones best left buried?
Marge Ledbetter fears once she spits into the small vial and sends it off, nothing will be the same. But she must disprove the outrageous secret she’s been told by a dying woman before it becomes the latest gossip to spread throughout her quaint gold rush town, Dahlonega, Georgia.
Her older sister, Rose Ellen, who is a tad haughty, enthusiastically approves of the ancestry search in hopes of finding a famous relative to add to her bragging list.
Marge’s eccentric twin, Mutzi, vehemently disagrees, fearing the rumor she’s heard most of her life about her and Marge not being sisters is true.
Will the results disprove Marge’s tightly held secret or will The Dahlonega Sisters be faced with news that changes their family dynamics forever?
It never ceases to amaze me how often a friend says “How do you know Jane?” Insert any name you like. The response for me usually is through thirty-three years working at the same place, a lifetime of volunteering with Girl Scouts and a hospice group, or along my writing journey.
It’s fun to make the reconnection and it reminds me of how small our world really is. No matter where I’ve met them, they have a common link, they are good-hearted, respectful, caring friends who have made a difference in my life.
A few days ago, that very thing happened to me. It sparked one thought and then another. Before I knew it, the following poem came to life. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to share it with those people that have woven love into your life
I’ve always believed that the lack of communication creates most of the problems in the world. Today’s use of abbreviated texts, character-limited tweets, and instantly reported news challenges my aging brain and supports my theory. It’s like trying to read hieroglyphics without learning the symbols.
one of the reasons is the tendency to half-listen. Someone begins a
conversation and the listener’s mind fast-forwards to finish the rest of the
story or sentence using the person’s own experiences, certainties, and beliefs.
same thing happens when a news article or even a post on social media is
published. Often, the writer presents one version of an issue or event which
may or may not be support by facts. Even if both sides of the story are
presented, the receiver reads and applies principles, opinions, and prejudices
that influence and sometimes distort the message. This can create conflict,
disagreements and misunderstandings.
happens to everyone. I’ll be the first to admit, I sometimes half-listen, or
skim articles, and I misinterpret messages from friends and family. I venture
to say everyone does it. I’m pretty sure no one is infallible, nor has anyone
ever mastered all of the elements of perfect communications. Is there such a
I offer an example of an event that occurred many years ago when my daughter, who had started junior high at a new school, left a message for me at work. I had gone to lunch and when I returned, I found a brief note on my desk that read, “Pick your daughter up at school.”
I left for work, she’d told me she didn’t feel well, but she’d insisted on
going to school. I immediately assumed her cold had worsened and she needed to
go home. My work schedule did not offer me the opportunity to take off on short
notice, so I called my husband and asked if he could pick her up, reminding him
of her new location and trying to give him directions.
find it,” he reassured me. After nearly an hour of searching, he located the
school and went directly to the nurse’s office expecting our daughter to be
there. She wasn’t. The nurse directed him to the main office and they paged her
on the intercom.
the woman at the desk said, “I’m glad you’re here.” She presented a
piece of to him. I can only imagine his puzzled expression as he looked at the
blank personal check.
can’t accept this,” the woman folder her arms and frowned.
husband, who does not write checks, advised her that he’d have me write out a
new one. Meanwhile, my daughter arrived, surprised to see her father. When
she asked where I was, he explained that I couldn’t get off to pick her up.
Without communicating any further, they left, but on the drive home, my
daughter inquired as to why she was being taken home. His reply, “Because
I’m not,” she adamantly denied, and asked to be taken back, noting that
she had an after school meeting with the Honor Society she didn’t want to miss.
“Well, you are now. We’re going home.”
about the blank check and upset that I sent him to the school unnecessarily, he
refused to take her back. Eventually, she convinced him and she made her
time I got home from work, I received an earful from both of them. I had failed
to ask for details regarding the short note. He refused to listen to my
directions for getting to the school, and she could have clarified why he was
taking her out of school.
check was another disaster for which I accepted full responsibility. It turned out that in my haste to take care of
business before I hurried off to work, I had grabbed a felt marker and had
written a check to the school to pay for my daughter’s weekly lunch ticket.
When she turned it into the school, it had all the proper information.
Unfortunately, all that had disappeared by the time they were processing the
check into their system, making it useless. I had used a sewing marker with
disappearing ink. It’s a great invention for marking material, but not very
good for writing checks.
We all laugh about it now, but it truly taught me a great lesson about asking questions, confirming suspicions, and only using ballpoint pens for check writing. It saves a lot of time for enjoying the finer things in life.
I work hard on my communication skills even today. It takes practice to listen, ask questions, and clarify the messages received, but wouldn’t the world be a better place if everyone worked a little harder at it?
soon-to-be released novel, The Dahlonega Sisters, superstitions,
fear, and miscommunications create conflicts and test the bond between three
aging sisters. Until then, I have a few questions for you.
someone misinterpreted a text or email you sent?