Nov 302015
 

Want some pure religion? The Bible says that pure religion is taking care of widows and orphans in their distress. (James 1:27)

These days, in this country, it’s hard to find a truly distressed widow, but they are around if we look. So look. 🙂

And orphans are everywhere.

What? Yes.

There are permanent and temporary orphans in every city.

They are the children in foster care.

“Okay,” you say, “But what can I do? I don’t know any orphans personally.”

Give to foster agencies. They are constantly in need of funding to help these kids. “Giving Tuesday” is now, if you have to have a designated day!

Or be a foster parent. Some of you have never had your life touched by an orphan, but you feel like doing the right thing . . .

So get some true religion and do it.

Look in the phone directory for an agency, or donate through Amazon Smile, which gives 5% of your purchases to a charity of choice. Here are two great ones if you are so inspired: Pathway Caring for Children and Beyond Trauma and Attachment. (The latter is not a foster agency but helps families who are raising foster and adoptive children from trauma situations.)

May you be truly blessed as you bless the less fortunate around you!  😀 Nealie

 

 

Nov 222015
 

I was thinking about my reasons for not liking automatic dishwashers. Was it because of the bending required to load and unload? How about the time that I helped treat a woman who impaled her thigh on a steak knife when she fell across a dishwasher door? Because she forgot it was open.

No, those things give me pause, but after some thought, I decided that it’s because I hate organizing disgusting things. Lining up dirty little dishes here, and dirty big dishes there, and the stinky glasses, and the silverware . . .ugh!

Give me a pair of rubber gloves and some hot soapy water, and I actually like doing dishes. Therapeutic.

I like it even better when someone dries and we can talk. Last week, I decided that Tommy was old enough to help dry the dishes. I handed a towel to him, and told him to take his time and place each cup or dish that he dried on the big table behind me. I planned to put them all away later.

I washed. We talked. He kept placing the dry ones on the table, and he’d come back for another bowl or drinking glass until he was finished. He was done first, and ran off to play while I rinsed out the sink and shined things up. I loved it.

I threw my gloves under the sink and turned to gather up the clean dishes on the table. My mouth dropped open. Tommy had gone into the bathroom next to the kitchen and filled everything he’d dried with water! Every cup and bowl covering the table held water.

I didn’t say anything to him, but I dumped the water and re-dried the dishes. He didn’t know about drying dishes, and was simply making a new job fun. For him. But let me tell you, the next time I enlist his little cuteness to help me dry dishes, he will know the plan!

Happy Thanksgiving, and be blessed, Nealie

 

People Pleasers

 Bella  Comments Off on People Pleasers
Nov 182015
 

Bell-the-Dancing-Beetle-by-Nealie-RoseWe’ve all been there.  Well, maybe all of us.  This book is for the kids who sometimes wear themselves out trying to make everybody happy.

Bella does her happy-flappy dance because everyone just loves it. At first, the attention is fun, but then she begins to frazzle by doing what everyone wants.

While this was written for the general public, when you have a child with Reactive Attachment Disorder or Oppositional Defiance Disorder, (RAD and ODD), things get even more complicated, because it doesn’t seem like there is much that makes them happy.

This ebook is a cheery way to teach your kids that it’s okay to set limits!                                                                Bella, the Dancing Beetle , $1.99

Love my readers! -Nealie

Nov 122015
 

I have had all kinds of teachers.

I had one who pulled my hair when she caught me talking.

I had another teacher who “didn’t tell” when I had an accident, and all the class wondered who had.

There was Miss S., who was so beautiful that I wanted to look just like her when I grew up.

There was the social studies teacher who loved his job and sparked my interest in what was going on in the world.

A math teacher who didn’t care if you didn’t “get it,” and lived only for the kids who did.

I had a teacher who frequently came to work intoxicated, but I wasn’t able to put two-and-two together until reflecting years later.

And then there was the teacher who freed me. She took our home economics class and turned it into an exciting time of creative exploration. She didn’t just teach us to cook -she taught us how to cook foreign foods and helped us put on a real luau -pig and all!

She went beyond in everything that she did.

She had us bring in old pieces of furniture, and we actually used toxic chemicals (oh my) to strip the finish off before sanding and refinishing. I was blown away by this new skill and sense of accomplishment in turning something tired into something vibrant.

Vibrant. That best described her. I watched in amazement as she sparred with administration for permission to do things in our class, and I know she sometimes went ahead without asking.

She dated a man who lived in Washington DC. She said he photographed presidents. We were a country school far from everywhere. How could she do that?

I could finally see beyond where I was, and because she was free, I could be, too.

Thank you, Ms. Bradley. I still love you.

-Nealie Rose

Blooming in Adversity

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Nov 062015
 

bloom where you are plantedI was stepping into a friend’s home recently when I noticed this tiny violet sticking up through a welcome mat.

I couldn’t help but admire its singular beauty and resilience. After all, it was late in October, when most blooms are just pleasant memories.

Others must have stepped over it, too, because it was healthy and undamaged. The little flower made me think of overcoming adversity.

The flower couldn’t have been any bigger than a dime, but the smile and admiration it garnered from me was large.

Bloom where you’re planted. It’s that simple.

-Nealie