by Kathy Nickerson | May 26, 2013 | mercy
For one period in my adult life, I thought church steeples represented all that was wrong in organized religion. My friends and I equated steeples, pews, and stained glass with dead works and dry services. We were just a few years beyond the Jesus movement of the...
by Kathy Nickerson | May 19, 2013 | mercy
To market to market to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again jiggety-jig. Mother Goose Mark Twain used to go door-to-door selling subscriptions to his next book before he published it. Or so they say. The thought of such a famous gent stooping to the level of an...
by Kathy Nickerson | May 16, 2013 | mercy
These are the gorgeous flowers I received on Mother’s Day from our daughter, Serenity, and all her men large and small. They each wrote a little card which she tied around the pot. So sweet. I’m pretty sure I’ll kill the flowers eventually. I usually...
by Kathy Nickerson | May 9, 2013 | mercy
So many things I could write about this week. We had an anniversary, so lifetime love would be a good subject. Mother’s Day is coming, and Mother-Love is a never ending source of material. Graduations are happening, so there’s the whole New Adventure...
by Kathy Nickerson | May 2, 2013 | mercy
It is a sad day when inanimate objects can challenge one’s personhood. I tried to comment on a friend’s blog recently, and it popped up that little captcha phrase box that said, “Prove you aren’t a robot.” Quite a challenge from something...