peachmanstewart

At 3:00 a.m., my mind isn’t functioning at the top of its game. When I rolled out of bed in response to my doggy’s summons, I stumbled into the hallway and hit the light switch. Nothing. Must be burned out. It wasn’t until I’d felt my way down the stairs that it occurred to me that all […]

We all have stuff. Nothing wrong with that.The problem comes when our stuff has us. The Parable of the StuffThere once was an elderly lady. She had lived lots of years, and now she wheezed when she walked and puffed when she got up and squinted when she tried to see. For all the years

The day had been a culinary disaster. I have a reputation as a good cook and an even better baker/dessert maker. At work, I am always trying new recipes, and usually they are great. Usually. The other day, I made something called “Strawberry Cream Dessert.” Cookie base, jello, cool whip, strawberries, orange juice.–sounds like the

My granddaughter will be going to kindergarten this fall, which brings to mind one of my favourite pieces of writing. I wish I’d written it. All I really Need to Know I Learned In Kindergarten (a guide for Global Leadership)All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how

Friday night. Going home. My entire focus was on a mindless moving toward the goal–home. I could do that commute in my sleep, and sometimes did. Even though I had to work Saturday, there was something special about Friday night, and I couldn’t wait for it to begin. As I exited the subway, a scene

My father, Luffey Everson(affectionately known as Bubbawhen he became a grandfather)on his birthday in 1985. Bill Peachman, on the day of Benjamin’s dedication in 1986.  Ben is in his arms, Ruth is beside him and Rebekah  beside her. In the blue dresses  are my nieces Sarah (curly hair)  and Shannon. It’s hard to be a father. Or a mother.

God is usually gentle with me. A nudge, a reminder, a word, and I listen. Occasionally, however, He needs to grab me by the shoulder, look me in the eye and say, “What the heck are you thinking?” There are times I need to go to the woodshed. I had one of these times in

I was such a doll person as a little girl. Maternal instinct poured out of me, and every one of my dolls was coddled and comforted and treated like gold. I remember a “Tiny Tears” doll (if you know what I’m talking about, I know how old you are.) with curly brown hair that was

Have you ever stubbed your toe? Had a paper cut become infected? Come down with the stomach flu? Whatever it is, when one part of my body isn’t working correctly, I become acutely aware of it. I try desperately to protect that toe or infected finger from further bumps, and I’m profoundly relieved when the bug passes.

I was baking cookies with residents the other day, when one of the ladies who lives in our apartments waved at me. We had become friends during the years of difficult experiences in her life–the dementia, decline and eventual death of her precious husband. It had been over a year, and she was slowly rebuilding