where friends gather, breathing slows, and God's presence is real
by Cathee Poulsen I held her close this morning and rubbed her soft underbelly which she loves. How do you say goodbye to a companion who has followed your every step with her bright black eyes, ready to accept any assignment you might dole out? For sixteen years? Faithful and true, hopelessly devoted to you? […]
Cathee Poulsen At the end of every August, when I think I’d rather poke myself in the eye than face another sweltering day, I preoccupy myself by pretending autumn is just around the corner. It’s a wicked game because I know in my part of Central Florida, we very likely can have the A/C on […]
by Cathee Poulsen In the mornings, before the unforgiving September sun begins its daily climb, I slip out to the deck with my coffee and something to read. But before long, I put the book down and listen. Summer is waning and the cicadas are humming in the heat, their wings rubbing together to create […]
by Cathee Poulsen Earlier this year, and for a myriad of reasons, Bob and I decided to put Simplicity Cottage on the market. It’s an older house, after all, and we felt that in days to come we’d do better on a more level piece of ground. It seems destiny had other plans. Over the […]
by Cathee Poulsen I’m on my way back from the hospital. The sky’s as black as a moonless night and spikes of lightening fracture the darkness. It’s only 3 PM but I feel like I’m driving into midnight. In more ways than one. “My son, Curtis. Curtis, my son.” Like David weeping over Absalom, my […]
