In 2016 I was gifted with several personal revelations. I was told I would have clarity about romance in 2020. I was also told that I would meet "him."
It's been almost two years now, since I left New Hampshire in a van given to me by God and His angels, helping me to make it home to Olympia, Washington after The Car That Ran on Prayers was finally laid to rest in Manchester in late June 2017. I recently reflected on my Testimony... Continue Reading →
I have loved my "Irishness"ever since I first learned of my heritage, but I had no idea where in Ireland my family originated.
I LOVE to see the Temple. The Twin Falls Temple in Idaho was the site of my “wrong turn” at the very start of the softening of my heart. Where I stopped and “felt” the building radiate out into the street. April 20, 2013: I went on my first proxy Baptism trip to the Seattle... Continue Reading →
What is the right way to write one's life? What is the proper way to remember another person’s life? With what filters do we present our lives and those of whom we've shared; to our descendants? Is it proper to filter out the times when children of God entertained demons of pride, vanity, ambition, depression,... Continue Reading →
I am a survivor. I didn't realize the extent of the abuse that I had survived, until repressed memories surfaced three years ago. Even before then, I knew that "Father's Day" never conjured up the happiness in me that it seemed it ought to have. I have experienced years of psychotherapy for the abuse I... Continue Reading →
While I was pregnant with my first child, in 1983, at the Golden Gate National Cemetary, I first saw his name in stone: Slighte, George Ronald, b. 06/27/1915, d. 06/05/1949, PVT CANNON CO 128 INFTY 32 DIV WW II I had never seen his face, but he was my grandfather. My father was four years... Continue Reading →