If you’re caring for someone you love or grieving someone you’ve lost, here’s the list of resources I wish I’d known about, and the reminder that you were never meant to carry this alone.
Have you ever made tea for someone you were losing? Twenty-six days of home hospice. A lifetime of faith. One unforgettable mother.
Everywhere Love: The Highway Home is a spiritual memoir and poetry collection that traces one woman’s journey from childhood love first given in the neighborhoods of London to the divine love waiting at the next horizon. Drawing on a life shaped by three cultures, a multicultural marriage, and a faith that survived every pothole and …
Have you ever made tea for someone you were losing? I’m so happy to share that my next book, Purple Flower on My Nose: A Memoir of Love, Laughter, and Letting Go, arrives October 2026 through Little Pencil Publishing.
Find the updated inspirational book here: Everywhere Hope 2nd Edition e-book on Amazon
After an eight-year hiatus, I’m working to bring encouragement back to you in your daily life. Bear with me as I seem to have forgotten WordPress basics, and in the process, lost most working widgets. If you want to travel with me as I return to the writing world, please be patient with me in …
Take the Everywhere Hope Challenge between October 7th and November 15th and be entered into the drawing for a free copy of “Everywhere Hope”, the book. Challenge is open to everyone, but the free book can only be shipped to the continental US and Canada. Simple Challenge Steps Sign up to receive email notifications of …
God, the Lord, is my strength; He makes my feet like the feet of a deer and makes me tread upon the heights. (Habakkuk 3:19) (Although I have been away while dealing with family illnesses,working my full time job, and completing book #1 in the “Everywhere…” book series, I hope you will return to enjoy …
by Paula Veloso Babadi At least that is what a young boy did thousands of years ago when he wanted to honor a new king. You probably can hear the drum beating, giving its sound as he asks “Shall I play for you? On my drum?” You know the rest. Most of my life, I’ve …
by Paula Veloso Babadi It was the early 60’s. Who ever thought an eight year old would ponder about “hope”? But I was in 4th grade and had to write a poem. That’s when I discovered words -their sounds, rhythms, nuances and endless possibilities. They were treasures which helped me make sense of my new world. …