Author Archives: Donna Coulson

I have a little round scar on my thigh from when the fire from my father’s cigarette fell off and burned me while we were watching some firemen put out a house trailer fire. The memory of that burn isn’t actually a bad one. I barely can recall the burn itself, but I certainly remember … Continue reading »

My dear husband, Karl, is 25,000 days old today!  I know, it isn’t a normal day of celebration – or even a day we normally take note of – but maybe it should be.  Just think about it: 25,000 sunrises and sunsets. 25,000 chances to do your best, discover all you can, enjoy this world, … Continue reading »

Shoot the kitty did NOT see her shadow this morning! Hail Spring! Bring it on!!

I stepped out of my truck yesterday, in the garage, and hit a slick of ice. Both feet went flying and I came down hard as my left hip made contact with the truck’s running board. Dang. That hurt. Took my breath away for a moment. My fanny hurt all day. When I got dressed … Continue reading »

Not long after Karl and I got married, my sweet husband made a request. It was something to the effect of: “As my wife, I would really appreciate it if you would make sure that my jeans are ironed. I like them to have a crease.” Honestly, I like to iron and that didn’t seem … Continue reading »

I’m proud to admit that I have never, in any of my novels, used the word cacophony. I’ve used lots of words, but this one does not join membership in my club.  Why? Hmm. No one anywhere in my realm ever uses the word cacophony in daily conversation. I’ll bet real money you have never … Continue reading »

I’m a get it done sort of person. I don’t like inaction. If it’s broke, fix it. If it can be better, improve it.  That said, it’s interesting that in recent months, I’ve been encountering situations that seem broken or in need of improvement and for a variety of reasons my only recourse has been … Continue reading »

When I taught fifth grade science, we did a unit on energy. I always enjoyed one particular lesson. I had fun putting a rubber band on each student desk and asking them to just look at it. Just a mangy old rubber band. Nothing to see here. Then, to their delight, I’d ask them to … Continue reading »

Random observation: I’m so thankful that God didn’t see fit to make me a woodpecker. Seriously. We’ve just spent some time in the mountains, and as I sat in my hammock one afternoon, I watched a grey and black woodpecker as he worked his way up a nearby tree. What kind of padding is inside … Continue reading »

So, you’re going through a hard time. A well-meaning friend at church, offering comfort and encouragement, reminds you of Romans 8:28, quoting kindly, ”And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” You smile and thank the person for … Continue reading »