Pick Three

Pick three. I was challenged to pick three people to pray for that were lost. Little did I know how life-changing it would be.


Being illogically logical I analyzed for the perfect three. I decided to pick them in stages rather than more of a luck of the draw.


The first person I chose was someone that had already been asking the right questions, someone who I felt that any day would chose to become "found." I wanted someone that was an easy prayer that would encourage me when he decided to become a Christian. So I wrote down his name.

Then I upped the game. How about somebody that wasn't asking questions but was a good friend that would remain a friend? I could still pray for her and be there to drop hints in hopes that she would want further study. I scrawled that name on a piece of paper and added it to the prayer jar.

Okay. There's nothing like testing God's limits--right? Wrong. The third name was someone special, someone I considered an enemy. This was someone that frustrated me and discouraged me and made me mad just at the sight of her. I wanted no contact with her. I really didn't want to pray for her, but I needed a third name and knew that she was an impossible convert.

Those were the three I picked--and prayed for--night and day never knowing what God had in store. I wasn't expecting great things even though I knew God was more than capable of them. I wasn't expecting God to suddenly soften hearts even though I know He does.

About a month went by...


I received word that the first person on the list became a Christian. I was thrilled, but not surprised. After all, I chose him first because to me he was a given.

That is all I expected. I proved the system worked---praying for three and one decided to becaome a Christian. I kept praying for the other two, but I let God know that I still believed in His mighty power and love because of the one that worked. I settled for the one.

But God wasn't finished...

About a week after the first person became a Christian, I received a phone call from my friend. She said she had been studying the Bible and had some questions. She wanted to know if I would come and have a Bible study with her.

To some that may have been music to the ear, but I was terrified. Because with phone at my ear held by shaking hands I suddenly realized that I might spend eternity with the third person on the list--my enemy.

You may think the story stops there, but it doesn't.

No, the third person is not a Christian yet. She remains in my prayer jar and continues to be brought before God in prayer.

But here's the beauty of picking three: A few years have passed and many prayers have been made. She called out of the clear blue one day wanting me to go to lunch with her.

I did. I soon discovered she wasn't the enemy I was led to believe she was. We had much in common and carried on like long lost friends.

I may have picked three, but God picked four. I don't know if he changed her, but I know He changed me.

I learned that in praying for my enemies, I learned to love them. I learned that no matter how bad they are or how bad I think they are, they are significant to God and He still wants to save them.

And I learned that when I pick three, God can change the hearts of them all and He might just pick you.

And I learned that no matter what, to always pick Him.

Hope in the Debris

A clock stopped at 8:45 p.m. A CD hidden under piles of brush showed no signs that a brutal tornado had sent it soaring like a flying saucer to worlds unknown. An artificial Christmas tree branch camouflaged itself under pine tree branches that had broken from the mountain pines. The house that stood on a concrete slab seconds before had only debris as proof a house ever existed there. Family members were injured. Some didn’t make it.

The recent storms in the southeast were like nothing ever seen or felt. One thing was for certain—our lives were changed forever.

But this is not about the tragedy or devastation of it all. One need only to click on any of the media outlets for visual proof.

This is about the debris.

This is about the hope found in the debris.

Examples:

A man was interviewed that had his house burned down in the fall. He had life-threatening heart surgery in the winter. The “new” house he lived in before the storm was reduced to nothing more than a "dirt" spot with no grass growing as evidence that something had actually been there. The interviewer asked him how he felt. He replied that he had his coveralls covering his body, a hat on his head, shoes on his feet and food in his belly. He then smiled and with sincerity said that he was a blessed man.

Then there’s the man who lost almost everything who said that he was able to get up in the morning and give his loved ones a hug. He then asked the reporter to ask him what more could he ask for?

Many cling to the pictures and memories wishing that time would rewind. Then there are those that walk amid the rubble and find hope.

Finding hope speeds the recovery and rebuilding process. We are eternal optimists and eternal-home dwellers. We have discovered that some of the things destroyed were just things and that the important things dwell within us. We have discovered that we are victims only as long as we allow ourselves to be and for as long as we look for only the destruction in the rubble. We have discovered that the most precious ones we love can be taken at a blink of an eye before we even have a chance to crawl in the bathtub and use our bodies as a shield to protect them. We have discovered that angels come in all sorts of shapes, sizes and abilities. But they all have big hearts.

And we realize that many years ago when the Son of God hung on a cross, that God could have sent a tornado to destroy the world, and the world would have been gone—just that quick. But then there would not have been any hope in the debris for mankind.

5 Reasons You Should Attend a Writer's Conference

The lobby is like a jigsaw puzzle with 300 people trying to figure out where to go next. Books go from one hand to another and tables piled with printed material decorate the area. You stand there and it occurs to you, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all."

Many conferences take place each year for writers of different genres. A good writer's conference offers a nourishment to the writer--the kind that feeds the soul and brings new life to the fingers that perform the special magic on the keyboard.

So why should one spend the money on a conference?

I have been going to conferences for several years and have come up with five reasons why every writer should consider going to a conference.

You learn something. If you have written the next best seller and want to know as much as you can about the craft of writing, a conference is the place to be.

You network. Always take business cards with email information with you. Distribute them to everyone who will take one.

You market your work. Memorize a one or two sentence pitch that tells about your book and be enthusiastic when others ask about it which they do at a writer's conference. Market yourselfr. That markets your work. Participate in the workshops by commenting or contributing to discussions. Be personable and friendly. Editors and agents want authors that peiople will like and that will connect to the readers.

You meet with specific editors and agents that might have an interest in publishing your manuscript. If you do not have one ready now, set a goal to have a manuscript finished by the conference. Take advantage of the opportunity.

You get to hang around with those that are like-minded. There is a comradery. You find a place to belong with people who have something in common with you.

Conferences are where we can learn from the best, take our best with us, be our best and show and tell to others about our best.

If you haven't ever considered attending a writer's conference, research one in your particular genre and consider making the investment. Conferences help to feed the writer inside of you.

Maybe I will see you there.

Paula

Week 50 - Take Advantage of Sales

With school opening doors very soon, many retailers have school supplies on sale. This is a good opportunity to stock up on those items frequently used in vacation Bible school. Even if you do not know a theme or the date, the sales at this time of year are usually worth it.



Below is a list of items to consider.



Pens - Whether it is name tags or writing names on papers, one usually needs pens. Make sure there are plenty.



Glue/glue sticks - If crafts are a part of vacation Bible school, consider stocking up on this.



Markers - A very popular item needed by volunteers. These are used for signs, name tags, and other labels. Buy mostly black, but blues and reds are good to use. I am big on color-coding many things, so I like to have the different colors.



Crayons/washable markers - Even if these are not used in crafts, the younger children (ages 2 and 3) can use them for coloring. One option is to have coloring sheets available for all of the children when they arrive to keep them busy until time to start.



Sticky stuff for walls - Many signs and pictures are hung around the building during vacation Bible school. This is a good time to get whatever makes the signs stick to your walls.



Paper - Will copies need to be made? Will construction paper be needed? Make sure to get plenty of paper.



This is just a partial list of some items to be considered for purchase during the big sales at this time. If there are any of these items left after vacation Bible school is over, they can be put in a supply room for use by teachers at other times.



Vacation Bible school may not have been planned yet, but it is not too early to save with a bargain.



Happy shopping!

Week 51 - Ask

Our vacation Bible school has just ended. What a marvelous experience it was for me. I asked one of the children there what his favorite thing was at vacation Bible school. His face just beamed. He said, "I like it all!"

This wasn't because of one person. It was because of God and the team effort in unity of those many volunteers.

This week is "ask" week.

Ask God to guide you as you lead others. I want to feel His presence and see Him in everything that is done.

Ask others who have just finished vacation Bible school what the best thing was and what problems were encountered. The worst thing will tell me what problems to handle before the next one. The best thing lets me know what people will remember and what they will tell others. Sometimes the easiest way to do this is through an evaluation form--a simple one.

Ask yourself if it brought you closer to God. Then ask yourself how you can become even closer to God and bring others closer with the next vacation Bible school. If stress is a factor, then evaluated ways you can manage the stress.

Ask others for help next year. It is not too early. One can form a small planning committee to begin to work on it. In all my years of volunteering, whether it was for vacation Bible school, another Christian service, PTA or any other activity, the number one reason I found that people did not volunteer is because they were not asked.

The volunteers will make it happen. One wants every attendee to say "I like it all!" The child who said it me confirmed it with the smile on his face. And when we sang the song about joy being in my heart, I knew he meant it. I did.

52 Weeks of Vacation Bible School

Vacation Bible schools are designated blocks of time--days, hours, weeks--designed to energize and encourage each other no matter what the age to draw closer to God. They usually have themes, heavy promotion and a lot of planning.



If you have never been involved, you are missing out on one of the most fun ways to work together as Christians and to draw closer to each other and Christ.



No matter what your age or the amount of time you can devote, you can participate.



Even though the suggestions over the coming weeks are recommended for certain weeks, they can still be done in a timely manner if done at other times. These tips serve as a guide and a checklist in your own planning. They are based entirely on the author's experience as a volunteer in the last 40+ years and as a vacation Bible school coordinator for many years.



Week 52: Thanks and Organize Props



Vacation Bible School is just 52 weeks away. I can hear the sighs now. "We've just finished VBS. I don't want to even think about it for another 51 weeks."



But doing just a few simple things can prevent a lot of stress later on in the year.



If you are a leader, as soon as vacation Bible School is over start following up with those who have attended. Send cards, letters and make phone calls, if possible, to the visitors. Thank them for attending. Let them know times of services, programs available, and courses of study offered at your church. This is not a job for one person. Have other volunteers to help with this task. Make it a personal follow-up and not a "form" letter that does not have the attendee's name on it. Ask those individuals who may not have had other opportunities to participate or who are confined to home to help with this task.



Vacation Bible School may have just ended for the summer, and things are being put away. Spend some time organizing and making an inventory of props and supplies. Be detailed when possible on location. The location may just be a particular room, but that will help you know where to look when you look for it the next time. If items are borrowed from members or others, record where and who you borrowed it from for future reference. Of course, if you haven't already, send the lendee a message of thanks.



Don't forget to thank those who volunteer. It does not matter how much time a volunteer devotes to vacation Bible school or what is done, everyone who participates needs to be thanked--and soon. The longer one waits to send a note of thanks, the less needed a person may feel.



A parent or a child who participates or visits can send a note of appreciation to the congregation or leave a comment on the website.



Finally, thank God for what was accomplished and ask Him to be with you in preparing for another one.



May God be glorified!

What's Your Excuse?

What's your excuse?



Moses had plenty of them. He claimed to be a nobody. The Lord convinced him that he was a leader to free the people. And look what happened.



Peter was with Jesus during His ministry. Yet when asked if he knew Jesus, Peter disowned our Lord not once, not twice, but three times. God forgave him. He went on to preach on the day of Pentecost. Many were baptized.



Saul plotted evil things against Christians. He persecuted them. Yet while traveling down a road with plans of evil, God softened his heart. There went Saul's excuse.



I know I am not worthy. I sin. I want to hide in shame. I am stubborn.



But if God can take these people with all of their faults and imperfections and mold them into people with hearts on fire with His love, God can do the same for me.



If I just let Him.



No excuses.



I know I am not worthy--but He died for me anyway.



I know I sin--but He has forgiven me.



I know I have struggled with a hardened heart at times--but He has softened it with His love.



I am all out of excuses. Whatever excuse I think I have for not trusting God, for not living a life of service for Him, was taken care of years ago--on a cross!

Motivating Teachers

Our lawmakers seem to be looking for ways to cut costs. Consider the move to base tenure on test scores.

Huh?

If students aren't motivated to learn, why punish a teacher. If the only influence on our children is teachers, ten I would consider agreeing. And if all teachers did was teach, then maybe. But neither is true.

Children are caught in a tug-a-war and used as pawns in families. It's not that they crave attention, they need it. Some come to school with little support and much stress. Is it any wonder that they are distracted during an "optimal" learning part of the day?

Teachers are caught in a tug-a-war, as well. Teachers have to be bookkeepers, conflict resolution specialists and still be motivated after a parent has chewed them out for not giving a child individual attention in a too-crowded classroom. They have to keep problem children away from everyone in class and have enough time during the day to complete the paperwork required.

Teachers must look at the hurt in children's eyes. They have to see the scars on the bodies of children and wipe away the tears from a life that seems to not give even the smallest child a break.

One cannot expect all students to be motivated to learn. And if we cannot motivate our children to learn, then we cannot hold teachers responsible.

Threatening the paycheck for not motivating students is not the answer. If our children are to be motivated to learn, then we must motivate the teachers to teach.

One does not wound the heart of the education system without the whole system being affected.

I urge you to take action. Call your lawmaker and...

Don't wait for Teacher's Appreciation Day--

Thank your child's teacher.

Reflections On The Old and New

I didn't do it!

I didn't make a list of resolutions for 2010 to break.

It stresses me too much. I am just truly thankful that I made it through 2009.

With its bumpy roads (mostly bumpy roads), there is a part of me that screams just get through it in 2010.

With that in mind, here is a list of what I learned in 2009 and my goal in 2010:

• Whatever happens, its good to have friends, brothers and sisters in Christ, and a family to help you through it.
• The quickest way to forget your problems is to walk into a room of two-year-olds and ask for a hug (it works every time).
• If you want to really feel closer to Christ, teach others to love Christ.
• The only way I am going to finish writing my book is to sit down in the chair and do nothing but write it.
• A new coat of paint gives a room a new beginning and countless possibilities.
• If you don't go to exercise class for a couple of days, your body feels very stiff.
• No matter how full I am from a meal, I still want the chocolate.

My goal in 2010 - To smile and laugh more and no matter what happens to lean on Jesus.

Have a great new year.

What's At Your Convenient Store?

"Excuse me, dear, I have to run to the nearest convenient store and get a bathroom scale."

It sounds ridiculous, I agree. But I was at a small convenient store, and yes, there near the front of the store was a display with digital bathroom scales for sale.

Now I admit that I am an illogical logical person, but a bathroom scale?

I understand food, toiletries, cleaning supplies and other seemingly strange items. At least, I can justify a sudden need for those things.

But a bathroom scale? It's not like I am going to get ready for bed and suddenly have such an urge to weigh that I have to rush to the nearest convenient store for a bathroom scale. Nor am I likely to want to pay a little extra for the "convenience" of weighing so quickly.

I stood staring at the display in bewilderment while waiting to pay for my purchase. Days have passed, and I still think of the bathroom scales sitting on the display near the register trying to capture the attention of a desperate customer or impulse buyer.

I can't help but wonder if I have been so unobservant that I have missed items such as these at convenient stores? Are there other items for sale at them that have little to do with the immediate needs in our daily lives?

So, I ask you. What is the strangest thing that you have seen sold at a convenient store ?

His Child

The Bible tells us in Mark 10:14 "...Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them..." I learned this verse very early. I colored several pictures throughout my early years that showed Jesus with his arms outstretched and children running to Him. I grew in faith with that verse in the back of my mind.

As an adult I see other things in that verse that bring me comfort.

The children wanted to come to Jesus. It was the adults that were standing in their way. The children wanted Jesus. They wanted Jesus to know them. But the adults discouraged them. Oh, I know they had their reasons. But they missed a major point in Jesus' teaching--the gospel is for all. Jesus came to earth for everyone--man, woman and child.

I find enormous comfort in the fact that no matter what anyone else wanted, Jesus wanted the children to come to Him.

The Bible tells us in John 3:17 that Jesus wants us to be saved. He didn't come to the world to exclude but to include. He wants everyone. I draw much comfort in knowing that however messed up I am and whatever I do that Jesus wants me to come to Him no matter who or what is in the way. He wants me to draw closer to Him.

Finally, Jesus, my Lord and Savior, has more than enough love to reach everyone. He shows no preference but calls us all. His example of perfect love shows me that when it comes to His love, it is never divided between His people, but multiplied for them.

I thank God that in reaching out for the children that He wants me no matter what and that I can still get to him no matter what the obstacle. I pray that I do not stand in the way of any child of any age that wants to come to Jesus, but will do what I can to help them get to Him.

And I thank God that He calls me His child!

Ideas Flowing for the Flu?

The flu struck our house like dust bunnies under the bed. The hardest part is knowing what to do once you feel better yet still "quarantined." You may not feel like reading or writing. Television becomes boring after a while. You really want to be productive, and you want to be with your family. You walk the floors. You eat because that's all you feel like doing.

So what do we do to keep the flu from flowing and ourselves from going crazy.

Below are just a few ideas--some especially for children.

• Paint your fingernails and toenails a wild and crazy color. Mine are teal at the moment. My husband says that it is a good thing we are stuck in the house and no one can see them. But I kind of like them. So don't be surprised if you see me next time with orange or teal or purple polish or a combination of them all.
• Fix your hair in a different way. Parting it on the other side is a start. Remember it is only temporary. Of course, you have to feel well enough to wash any goo or "purple" from your hair once you have experimented.
• Stack the antibacterial gel bottles in a design or like building blocks. This works good with engineers who are sick.
• Text your kids/parents funny messages to cheer them and you.
• Make up limericks about the flu and you. You can even set them to music.
• Carry a pocket size recorder around with you to tape thoughts, reminders, and messages to friends and family.
• While laying in bed, think of the funniest thing that ever happened to you. Write it down, record it or tell a loved one. It will cheer you. And you never know, it could be the idea that sparks the next best seller.
• Play soothing music..
• Bark or imitate an animal singing your favorite song (This comes after the sore throat has left).

I hope these tips will prove helpful to you and help you conquer whatever ails you.

Paula

P.S. I might look a little different next time you see me. How long does it take purple to come out of your hair?

Seth - Who?

He was Adam and Eve's other son. After the "fight" with Cain and Abel, Eve bore another son. You might be thinking, "Seth, what did he do?"

It was the story of his brothers that is taught to our children at a very early age.

But Seth...Seth who?

There are two memorable things about the story of Seth. The Bible tells us that after Seth was born, people began to call on the Lord. The neatest thing about Seth is that it is through his seed that Jesus is born--not his other brothers.

So what does this tell me about my children? People--teachers, parents and friends--sometimes give the gifted or the problem child more attention. If the child is no problem, if the child is just ordinary, he can be neglected or ignored.

But big things come from the child that is just ordinary.

Children may not have a behavior problem. They may not be gifted. But they are children. We may not see their name in the paper. They may not be the greatest athlete. They may be quiet. They may be the last one picked for the team. They may sit on the back row. But they still need a front place in our hearts.

Their minds can be shaped. They can make a difference.

Just look at Seth-God had a purpose for him.

Back to School

It's that time again. Time for back packs, composition books and two-pocket folders. For parents it's a time for fear and that sense of not being able to protect our children from the dangers lurking.

In celebration of back to school and as an encouragement I will be studying children in the Bible gaining insight and inspiration from their lives.

JOSEPH

Joseph is one of my favorite stories in the Old Testament. Here was a boy hated by his brothers, sold and taken to another place having no contact with his family. For all practical purposes he had no family.

But that didn't stop him. He made something of himself.

The story doesn't end there. Because of the lies of others he was put in prison. You know the story.

Why does the story of Joseph mean so much to me?

Here was a misfit that was "victimized" who rose above his misfortunes. He couldn't change his past. But he could change his future. It didn't just happen. Joseph had patience. Joseph had determination. What Joseph didn't have was hate in his heart. It would have been so easy to want revenge.

I want my children to rise above the disappointments and failures. I want them to gain strength and wisdom from the events in their lives. I want them to have patience and determination. I want them to have love in their hearts and not hate. I don't want them to want revenge.

Yes, reading and writing are important. But along with that too heavy back pack I pray that they will carry these traits with them as they face whatever is in front of them.

I pray that they remember that Joseph overcame many obstacles and that they can, too.

I pray that they remember that they carry their mom's love and the unmeasurable love of our God.

Next time - Seth

Many People Don't Wear Hats

The westerns from many years ago depicted cowboys who were good and bad. The good cowboys wore the white or light-colored hats. The bad guys had the dark hats. As soon as you saw them on the screen, you knew which ones were good and which ones were bad. The problem is now the good guys no longer wear the white hats and the bad guys don't necessarily wear the dark hats. These days most people don't wear hats. It's hard to know the good guys from the bad ones.

How does this affect writing?

If as a writer, I can influence a child, I want the child to know good from bad. I want him or her to know the good guys from the bad guys. I want them to read about a character not that they can just identify with, but someone they can aspire to be.

Thinking Thursday - The Normal Child

Many years ago we had a saying that, “Oh that child is not normal.” I also heard people say, “Oh, they don’t come from a normal family.” Writers wrote “normal” books, and people lived normal lives.

Somewhere along the road things began to change. The normal “gauge” changed norms. A series of not-normal activities brought a lack of trust in what was always considered normal. In the case of writing that was good. There were more ideas, exposures and situations.

I am not so sure about our families. What changed the gauge on the normal children and normal family? I think we have to look at the definition of a normal family before answering, and there lies the problem. Many years ago a normal child—one with normal behavior, habits and questions for someone of the same age—came from a normal family—two parents, neighbors who took care of each other, a ritualistic bedtime for the children and a time for creating happy memories together.

Now, a normal family cannot be defined in those terms. There are two many one parent households, next door neighbors whose names we do not know, bed times whenever and very little time together. All of this not only redefines normal, but takes a toll on our precious children.

We still stay, “I did not have a normal childhood.” Now we don’t know what that means.
We need to be able to define a normal childhood and address the issues that will help make our families “normal.”

What do you think?

Thinking Thursday - People Skills versus Computer Relationships

I wonder sometimes with the onset of technology that my people skills will diminish. I am talking about the day to day, one on one contact we have in person—the confrontations, the companionships and the friendships-- versus the relationships that rely on technology.

I will admit that e-mailing people at midnight appeals to me as a convenience. I also like being able to delete those messages from certain people. I learn about others over the internet. I can see that from the popularity of internet dating.

But I also understand the joys of having a "live" friend at my side, the smiles and the touch.

One of the joys of writing is to observe. I observe body movements, voice inflections and eyes. I revel in seeing the excitement on children’s faces. I want the picture in my mind and the memory in my heart. I want to witness it.

I learn from confrontation. I grow from confrontation. It gives me plots in my writing.

Will friendships be only on the computer in the future? Where will I find my plots? Will I have to rely on the two-dimensional relationships (computer or texting)?

“Oh, you’re exaggerating,” some people have said. They tell me it will never happen. Some accuse me of momentary lapses of sanity and exhaustion.

Maybe I am exaggerating—and maybe not. Do you think technology will cause our relationships to become two-dimensional?

Do you think this shortage of "in person" interaction will affect writing in the future?

Thinking Thursday - Happy or Sad

I mentioned in a previous blog that I have happy endings in the books I write. I know that there are several good books out there with sad endings.

Books to me take the reader to exotic places and offers escape of the drudgery of life. They provide hope and sometimes information. They give us time to heal.

If I am reading a book, I want it to end on a happy note. I want to close the book after the last word and feel the satisfaction of knowing that I made the right choice in my escape. If I wanted to cry or feel hopeless, I don't have to read about it to do so.

Perhaps, I am looking at this the wrong way. Maybe books should provide solutions to real-life problems. But do they? Perhaps books should send a message that the sad feeling is normal? But do most children want to feel sad? Do we want children to base an opinion on reading on a sad book?

Maybe, just maybe, for a few minutes children want to smile.

What do you think?

The Kid in the Picture Book

Confession time.

I’m the kid in the picture book--you know the one with a problem searching for an answer--the one who uses the illogical logic to find the way to the happy ending.

And yes, in my writing children have happy endings.

I’m the kid who does the stupid things and learns from them--eventually.

I am the one that focuses on the problem at hand willing to give anything a try to get passed it. And hopefully, I am the one that does what it takes to get to the solution.

I am the one that finds peace in the simplest solutions and the satisfaction in knowing I tackled the problem and won.

I am the one who uses time-out as a planning period and nap time as plotting time.

I am the kid that doesn’t look past the nose on my face for help, cause it’s a hard enough journey to get that far.

I am the one that looks for possibilities with every touch, every smell and in every adventure.

But...

Just as a picture book has limited pages to find the happy ending, my life has a limited number of days.

I am the kid in the picture book!

And the only thing that matters is the journey between the front and back cover.

I'm Not Shy; I'm a Writer

Normally, I don’t like the silence. You most likely will find me talking with my hands, maintaining eye contact and being what most would call a very animated conversationalist.

Then there are the other times.

When my children were young, I sat on the bleachers at ball games isolated. I rooted at the proper times, and bragged on them at the proper times. Otherwise, I sat alone looking somewhat down during the rest of the game. Some people tried to start a conversation with me. Some probably thought I was rude.

There are times when I look for characters and times when I develop the characters. Attending a ball game and sitting alone watching people, I look for characters. What brings the young professional with the well-manicured fingers, a golden tan and not a clue on how to play the game to the ball field? What does he and the older gentleman with the mismatched socks and the 70’s style shorts find so hilarious in their conversation? Of course, I will never know. But it’s at those times that I develop the conversation in my imagination. What could the commonality be?

I like sitting at the chairs in the mall and observing people. I like sitting at airports and watching people. I like watching people in the grocery store. And yes, I like seeing what’s in the shopping cart and writing a story around it in my mind.

Friends and acquaintances shake their head and wonder what is bothering me. My family and close friends have come to expect it.

So if you see me out somewhere, don’t be shocked or insulted if I look like I am in another dimension. In fact, I will go ahead and answer your questions now:

No, I feel fine.
No, tell me your name anyway just in case I have forgotten it (I probably have).
Yes, the aisles aren’t big enough for two carts. It’s okay to pass.
Yes, I have plenty of shopping to do. I just sat down a minute to rest.
Yes, I see you. My hearing is fine. But wave your hands in front of me and call my name.
Yes, I saw it. I agree. The ump needs glasses.

And finally…
No, I’m not shy. I am a writer.