Saturday, December 27, 2014

Linda's Letters

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Well, I'm not in heaven. The sun rose and set on May 21, 2011 with no visible signs of the Rapture, as Harold Camping predicted.

Now he's saying that May 21 was just a spiritual judging by the Lord and that five months from now, Oct. 21, 2011 will be the Rapture and the end of the world.

I'm not a great scholar of the Bible, but from everything that I have read, the end of the world will come in God's time, known only to God, and not any date set by man. So I never gave old Harold's prediction a second thought.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

On "Good Morning America" this morning, my jaw dropped when it featured an 8-year-old girl who competes in beauty pageants and gets Botox injected in her face because she has wrinkles.


At 8 years old I was very involved in becoming the best tomboy I could be and trying to perfect my Jacks game. I probably didn't even know what a wrinkle was!

Saturday, April 23, 2011

I remember when the movie, "The Passion of the Christ" was released in 2004. The Mel Gibson-directed-film was the most talked about movie at the time. It covers the last 12 hours of Jesus' life, based largely on the New Testament Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

As a Christian, I debated with myself whether or not to go see it. From what I had heard, it was very emotional and very explicit in portraying the brutality Jesus suffered during his last hours before his death.

I chose not to see it.

Our church held a viewing of the movie last Sunday afternoon.

Monday, April 11, 2011

It hits the wall with a "thunk." I locate its position. I watch as it creeps along. I sigh. I pick up a tissue and approach it gingerly. The last thing I want to do is crush it. Because if I do, I'm going to regret it. The stink bug didn't get its name because it smells like apple pie baking in the oven.

If you're like me, you are spotting this creepy bug more and more recently. We're seeing one about every couple of days in our house.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Let's talk food.

Normally, it's my favorite topic to talk about.

Not this week.

I got zapped with a gastrointestinal infection. I haven't eaten anything but crackers, chicken broth soups and Jell-O for a week.

I've been chugging Gatorade like a Pittsburgh Steeler line defenseman on an August 100-degree practice day in Heinz Field. (Doctor's orders. You would never find this God-awful sweet-tasting stuff near my lips otherwise! Ugggghhhhh!)

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Spring. Out of the four seasons, she is the ditz of the bunch.

Spring is capricious, flirty and maybe just a wee bit confused.

The confusion might start with not knowing when her actual birthday is.

Ever since I can remember, the first day of Spring was March 21.

Now it's March 20.

Monday, March 14, 2011

I'd say I love my job 99.9 percent of the time. But, there's that little .1 percent where I really hate it. That's when I realize the amazing power of words.

It is never my intention for my words to hurt anyone. Yet, every once in a great while, it happens.

I received a phone call from a very unhappy reader and by the time I hung up, I was almost as unhappy as she was.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

I've got a snowball rolling and it's building momentum. I think it may be out of control. Where it finally lands and what destruction it will leave behind in its wake is too soon to tell.

See, the flooring in our kitchen and dining room needed to be replaced. We both agreed we wanted hardwood floors.

We shopped around, got prices and finally agreed on the look we wanted. All we had to do was wait until our choice went on sale. It might be a few days, could be a couple of months. No hurry.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

As editor of the National Federation of Press Women's newsletter, The Agenda, I have the privilege of "meeting" people from all over the country, via emails and twice-a-year meetings.

This week I heard from Gail Rubin of New Mexico. She recently wrote a book, "A Good Goodbye: Funeral Planning for Those Who Don't Plan to Die."

While I'm sure it is a fascinating book chock full of very useful information, it was the conversation we had in regards to her upcoming speaking engagement in Nederland, Colorado, to promote her book, that touched my funny bone.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Visiting an antique mall in Adamstown recently, I was seriously checking out the merits of one old pewter plate to another when I heard the shop's owner ask a middle age gentleman if he had found anything he absolutely could not live without.

He looked up at a nearby stairway where a woman was coming down the steps.

"Just her," he said.

The owner of the shop and I both said at the same time, "Ahhhhhhhhh."

Neither the shop-owner nor I could leave it at that.

As the lady approached, I said, "He's a keeper."