PATRICIA KEOUGH WILSON

I remember the first time I witnessed a bully in action. I don’t even know when I understood people could bully others. Bullies were not part of my childhood. I was not to be a bully, nor was I to be bullied. Life and humans were precious, and from God. Learned this early and regularly. Learned it in my home; learned it in church; learned it until it became part of the very pulse beat of my life. In my family, the call for community service, leadership and God were taught and

Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. (Phil 4:8 ESV) That verse hangs on my dining area wall. As news shouts its messages of discord, dissension, disruption, and despair, I think of this verse and I sometimes ask God to let me understand and find just one of those whatevers. I sigh,

Sharing reflections on the pros and cons of instant communications. I am tethered by instant communication to loved ones. I can text my kids, my grandkids, maybe even hit their contact on my cell and hear their voices. Facebook gives me visuals of events I might miss otherwise. I attend weddings vicariously by flipping through Facebook postings. My cell even keeps me connected to three different email accounts. I AM CONNECTED. And some days I long for an experience I never ha

Are your closets all neat and organized. Not mine. Glanced at a newspaper ad for items that would help you get your closet organized. Smiled, turned the page. All those shelves and clothes rods wouldn’t fit in our master bedroom closet or the one off my office, which is really supposed to be a second bedroom. Don’t need a second bedroom, the only people who visit us are grandchildren and they seem perfectly content to sleep on the futon in my office. Even opening that takes s