I’m trapped in a house of testosterone. One husband, two sons, and not a scrap of femininity in sight. As the sole female in a man’s world, I’m just about able to cope with socks on the floor, toilet seats raised and the ape-like slamming of doors and drawers. But I draw the line at television viewing. At the end of the day, when I’m trying to unwind and prepare for sleep, I really don’t think Die Hard III or Crime Scene Investigation is going to speed me to my dreams. So when we’re choosing what to watch I insist, time and again, “I want to Continue Reading
May 29, 2013 By
A Deliberate Peace
I’m trapped in a house of testosterone. One husband, two sons, and not a scrap of femininity in sight. As the sole female in a man’s world, I’m just about able to cope with socks on the floor, toilet seats raised and the ape-like slamming of doors and drawers. But I draw the line at television viewing. At the end of the day, when I’m trying to unwind and prepare for sleep, I really don’t think Die Hard III or Crime Scene Investigation is going to speed me to my dreams. So when we’re choosing what to watch I insist, time and again, “I want to Continue Reading
June 11, 2012 By
A Slight Case of Writer’s Blog(ck)
Some of you have probably noticed I haven’t posted in awhile. I’ve had every intention of whipping out my inspiration and astounding you all with my brilliance and insight. But my right brain would have none of it. Can anyone relate to this? The pent up emotion, the sadness, the joy—the exasperation! The brain-freeze. The sudden urge for chocolate. It's a Jumble Out There I may be, like many of you, suffering from information overload. I have Face Book, I get text messages. Internet and cable news outlets beckon me to read the latest Continue Reading
December 22, 2010 By
Emmanuel! He Always Reminds Me
Every Christmas I seem to get bogged down in the details. I think it's because I'm a first-born and I have the incredible sense of responsibility to do things perfectly, from the way I fold the dishtowels to the way I hang the Christmas wreath. When I'm in this state, I don't appreciate and enjoy the wonderous thoughts and reflections of the season. I just go like gangbusters, get exhausted and start feeling unappreciated. O Martha, thy name is Renee. And this is no way to do Christmas. I love the Lord and He is so patient when I Continue Reading
February 7, 2009 By
A Slight Case of Writer’s Blog(ck)
Some of you have probably noticed I haven’t posted in awhile. I’ve had every intention of whipping out my inspiration and astounding you all with my brilliance and insight. But my right brain would have none of it. Can anyone relate to this? The pent up emotion, the sadness, the joy—the exasperation! The brain-freeze. The sudden urge for chocolate. It's a Jumble Out There I may be, like many of you, suffering from information overload. I have Face Book, I get text messages. Internet and cable news outlets beckon me to read the latest Continue Reading
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