About Bitter to Better

This author has not yet filled in any details.
So far Bitter to Better has created 140 entries.

Sandcastles

I grew up a few miles from the ocean and my parents often took us to the beach on the weekends.  My Dad would pull into a camping spot with the camper, make sure that the camper was level to the ground (keeps kids from rolling out of bed at night), then he would […]

By |March 4th, 2018|Snapshot (the Past)|Comments Off on Sandcastles

My Week and a Lesson from Jonah

I have been reminded by a truth from the Book of Jonah this week.  Fast forward the story in your mind, past the “disobeying God and fleeing on the ship part”.  Keep going past the “thrown overboard and swallowed by the big fish/whale” then the “whale spits up Jonah on dry land”.  Now slow […]

By |January 28th, 2018|Uncategorized|Comments Off on My Week and a Lesson from Jonah

GFCF and Whining About It

I have spent both time and money in the last 6 months, trying to get a better understanding of why I have gut issues and why I feel pressure around my esophagus.  I had an endoscopy where the doctor looked down my esophagus and into the stomach.  Nothing obvious, just some mild irritation of […]

By |December 31st, 2017|Current Events|Comments Off on GFCF and Whining About It

Happy 4th Birthday to Little Miss

We just came back from a wonderful time of celebrating our granddaughter’s 4th birthday.  We met her Daddy and the other grandparents at the theater, saw the movie “Coco” and then went to lunch.  She is down for a nap at our house right now so thought I would write about her special day.

Our […]

By |November 25th, 2017|Current Events|Comments Off on Happy 4th Birthday to Little Miss

Monsters in the Closet

Our granddaughter spends the night at our house every couple of weeks.  We have a loveseat cushion that is just the right size for an almost 4-year-old and we made it into a little bed on the floor of the room next to ours.  Because there is a double bed in the room as […]

By |November 19th, 2017|Current Events|Comments Off on Monsters in the Closet

The Door Cracked Open Then Slammed Shut

I really enjoyed the 24 hours I had when I thought I had made a tiny connection with my daughter.  Then…as the title implies, the door slammed shut in my face and I am outside again, looking at the locked door and wondering what to do next.

When I sent The Little Vine story to […]

By |November 12th, 2017|Current Events|Comments Off on The Door Cracked Open Then Slammed Shut

Halloween and Heroes

My week was a mix of the cute, the busy and the emotionally draining.

We were going to ignore Halloween and just work late, however some neighbors invited us over for a “on their driveway” potluck along with tables set up with bowls of candy for the trick or treaters.  We went to that and […]

By |November 5th, 2017|Current Events|Comments Off on Halloween and Heroes

Memories and the Brevity of Life

Karel Dujardin painted “Boy Blowing Soap Bubbles” in 1663.  The painting is an allegory on the brevity of life.  The soap bubbles represent the transitory nature of life and all that we cherish; beautiful for the moment but gone all too soon.

I have spent this past week thinking about my younger daughter.  A year […]

By |October 29th, 2017|Snapshot (the Past)|Comments Off on Memories and the Brevity of Life

In a Good Place

This weekend I am “in a good place” emotionally.  This last month has been cathartic in terms of writing the story to my daughter and sending it off a week ago.  Enough time has gone by that if she checks her mailbox, I would expect she has received it.  I think that curiosity might […]

By |October 22nd, 2017|Viewpoint|Comments Off on In a Good Place

(Happily) Ever After

I sent The Little Vine story to my daughter a couple of days ago. I had it printed onto a pale blue paper then had a dark blue plastic backing with clear cover bound onto the story. I wanted the effect to be something that says, “Keep me”. My hope is that she reads […]

By |October 15th, 2017|Snapshot (the Past)|Comments Off on (Happily) Ever After