I decided the singles scene was NOT for me during my first separation. And yet, in the early spring of 1978, being single again, I set out to establish a new life. My goal was a life-style that would be both comfortable and safe. I took my time finding a semi-furnished apartment—an apartment I could… Continue reading quite unusual
Post by Richard Lebsock I was a Fine Arts major in college and as part of the process took every art class that was offered. One of the classes that I found very interesting was one on jewelry making. We learned the art of working with sterling silver. All the processes necessary for making fine… Continue reading quite a mark
At 1:05 A.M. on Friday morning, our Lhasa Apso barked her warning bark – something she rarely did at night. I came up out of a sound sleep, instantly wide awake, my heart pounding. Once again Dick continued to sleep undisturbed as I padded, barefoot, from room to room, checking the house. The door to… Continue reading quite miraculous
The person who stepped off of that airplane was nobody's little cowboy! He was a stranger! A man! Tall and gaunt, with a full red beard and haunted eyes. He was wearing a camo combat cap, pulled low across his face, brand new Levi's, a western shirt and cowboy boots. He was my son. But… Continue reading quite a shock
Tucked away in a box beside my desk I keep notes and manuscripts written in preparation for a book on Spiritual Warfare. I've been meaning to publish it for years. The manuscript is complete but has never been shopped around. The notes are brief summaries of events I've used in Seminars and Woman’s Retreats for… Continue reading quite a fight
During the Holiday season, from say mid-October until after New Year's Day, is probably the worst possible time to have a crisis in your life! I'm talking major CRISIS here—death, divorce, disaster. Not social crisis—broken fingernail, lost car keys, 'we weren't invited to their party again this year!' I say this with absolute conviction because… Continue reading quite alone
A Post By Richard Lebsock The ticking of the big clock is silent now. The library with all those wonderful old books is gone. Each cell had been destroyed. The little chapel where I sat for my turn to watch is in ashes. The Aumbry with the Holy sacraments no longer exists. Only my memories… Continue reading quite interesting
Contentment Cottage 