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New Book Giveaway

Hi Everyone,

Just a quick note to let you know that today is the last day of my book giveaway on goodreads.  I’m excited for you to read the new book as it has some neat contributions – my 9 year old son wrote some insights, my 7 year old daughter illustrated the book, and a friend’s eulogy to Jim is included in the book.  It is entitled When Miracles Aren’t Enough: The Lessons Tragedy Taught Me.  It has been well received and I’m excited to be giving away 20 books.  Please share the link as well with your friends.  Thanks so much!  Erica

Here is the link to enter the giveaway (again make sure you do it by the end of today – Friday March 4th):



Message from the Radio or Jesus? You decide…….

Corcovado jesus

Corcovado jesus (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

Over the past several weeks, something very strange has been happening with my radio in the kitchen.  It is set on a Christmas music station and after listening to it over dinner, I will turn it off.  Hours later, I return to the kitchen, after putting my kids to bed, and to finish cleaning up.  The radio is back on with a buzzing sound.  It is not on the radio station – it is just white noise.  I have turned this off and thought “Did Braxton (my son) mess with the radio?”

Since this has happened many times, I have started thinking it is awfully strange indeed.  I was reminded of the time when my husband was in the hospital having a tracheostomy surgery (due to complications from Lyme disease) and we were so unsure of his future.  One night I cried out for a sign that all would be alright and a weird noise came on and off from the computer until I said out loud “I get it God – you are always there for me.”  I write about this in my new book (you can get it now at This morning, I looked at the radio and thought again “is this machine coming on itself?”  Then off I went to drive the kids to school and a friend to the airport.

Upon my return, I set up in the kitchen to check my email.  I was just reviewing my inbox and read a message from Pema Chödrön

Here it is:
“The fixed idea that we have about ourselves as solid and separate from each other is painfully limiting. It is possible to move through the drama of our lives without believing so earnestly in the character that we play. That we take ourselves so seriously, that we are so absurdly important in our own minds, is a problem for us. We feel justified in being annoyed with everything. We feel justified in denigrating ourselves or in feeling that we are more clever than other people. Self-importance hurts us, limiting us to the narrow world of our likes and dislikes. We end up bored to death with ourselves and our world. We end up never satisfied.

We have two alternatives: either we question our beliefs—or we don’t. Either we accept our fixed versions of reality, or we begin to challenge them. In Buddha’s opinion, to train in staying open and curious—to train in dissolving our assumptions and beliefs—is the best use of our human lives.”

At the precise moment I read the second paragraph about beliefs, the radio turned on and the buzzing, humming noise was there.  No one was around.  It was clear my son didn’t do it and it was evident the radio turned on by itself.  I smiled and decided to turn on the Christmas music.  I did so and it was at the end of a song I have never heard before in my life and the words over and over being sung were “It is Jesus.  It is Jesus.”

Coincidence? I think not.  Amazing.  Definitely.  Confirmation once again to keep the faith.  To believe.  Staying open is good as Pema Chödrön reminds us, but believing in the power of God is better.

The Miracles of Leaves, Birthdays, and Einstein

The leaves are turning colors right now and falling off the trees inRaleigh,North Carolina. My daughter, who just turned 3 years old on Monday, thinks this event is specifically for her.  It started in late summer, after her brother celebrated his birthday, when she would ask longingly “Is my birthday next week?”  In order to help her conceptualize when her birthday is, I would respond, “The leaves have to turn colors and then it will be time for your birthday.”  Over the weeks, she transposed this in her mind to become that the leaves are changing specifically for her birthday, for her.  I too have decided this makes sense. “Of course they are sweetie,” I would say with a smile.  And truly, I mean this, why not?

I have been pondering for awhile now a quote that I read on a lovely blogsite that I am following.  I would highly recommend visiting Life Literati found at where the author gives some great quotes and reminders of gratitude for both the big and little wonderful things that happen every day.

One quote I read on this site was from Albert Einstein: “There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.”  The fact that leaves change in a particular fashion every year is neat.  You can explain it by science – the cue is the decrease in daylength and moisture levels; chlorophyll stops being made and the other pigments that have been masked by the chlorophyll can now shine through as so we see red instead of green.  The fact that leaves change in this way year after year can also be thought as a miracle.  It is wonderful to see the hidden come out, it is a reminder that things change, things are temporary, but that things return.  There is a predictable nature in the change.  And, the change is forecasted around my daughter’s birthday.  It is a miracle that this miracle event happens around my miracle daughter (but that is another story perhaps for another post). 

And what a powerful message to be reminded of on a daily basis!  There are signs around us reminding us of the miracles of life, the predictable nature of change and return to order in due time.  Even when life is horrible, when my husband’s health is so poor and when it was difficult for him to help celebrate our daughter’s birthday, I focus on that fact: things are temporary and I can help restore order in my own way.  Instead of focusing on the cold weather and dark times (with long nights) that lie ahead after the leaves fall, I focus on the wonderful miracle of those leaves changing colors and the fact that they are singing a birthday song to my daughter.

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