I just received word that my article, “The Abandoned Christmas Tree,” and my gingerbread cookie recipe were accepted to be published in an anthology of Christmas stories. Edited by Donna Goodrich, it will be published before Christmas in 2012 by Hidden Book Press.
Donna Goodrich is the author of 22 books and over 700 articles, poems, short stories, devotionals and book reviews. Her latest book is A Step in the Write Direction: The Complete How-to Book for Christian Writer. Her website has a wealth of information for writers. Check it out: The Writer's Friend
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Hoarding: When clutter or collecting gets out of control
Hoarding is a symptom of obsessive-compulsive disorder. It is defined as the acquisition of, and failure to discard, possessions that appear to be useless or of limited value. While everyone is familiar with someone whom they consider a “pack rat” or chronic saver, people with hoarding OCD distinguish themselves by the sheer quantity of objects collected, and by their strong emotional attachment to items most would clearly consider useless.
The objects of hoarding can be almost anything, but often include such things as newspapers, clothing, foodstuffs, books, papers, junk mail, and old appliances. People with hoarding OCD seem to overvalue the importance of these objects and therefore develop an overattachment to them that prevents them from discarding the objects. Often, the rationale is, “What if I should need it in the future? I’d better not throw it out.” With piles of clutter stacked to the ceiling and only a little space for walkways through the house, meandering through the cluttered home of a person with hoarding OCD can be challenging.
Dr. Bruce Hyman and I present a treatment plan for hoarding symptoms in our book, The OCD Workbook. The third edition is available on Amazon.com.
Some books about hoarding by doctors who have spent years studying hoarding:
Digging Out: Helping Your Loved One Manage Clutter, Hoarding, and Compulsive Acquiring
by Michael A. Tompkins
Stuff: Compulsive Hoarding and the Meaning of Things
by Gail Steketee and Randy Frost
Buried in Treasures: Help for Compulsive Acquiring, Saving, and Hoarding
by David F. Tolin, Randy Frost, Gail Steketee
I found an interesting article on hoarding at www.everydayhealth.com/anxiety-disorders/expert-answers-on-obsessive-compulsive-disorder-and-hoarding.aspx
This website has interviews of OCD experts. You'll learn a lot about OCD and how it relates to hoarding.
The objects of hoarding can be almost anything, but often include such things as newspapers, clothing, foodstuffs, books, papers, junk mail, and old appliances. People with hoarding OCD seem to overvalue the importance of these objects and therefore develop an overattachment to them that prevents them from discarding the objects. Often, the rationale is, “What if I should need it in the future? I’d better not throw it out.” With piles of clutter stacked to the ceiling and only a little space for walkways through the house, meandering through the cluttered home of a person with hoarding OCD can be challenging.
Dr. Bruce Hyman and I present a treatment plan for hoarding symptoms in our book, The OCD Workbook. The third edition is available on Amazon.com.
Some books about hoarding by doctors who have spent years studying hoarding:
Digging Out: Helping Your Loved One Manage Clutter, Hoarding, and Compulsive Acquiring
by Michael A. Tompkins
Stuff: Compulsive Hoarding and the Meaning of Things
by Gail Steketee and Randy Frost
Buried in Treasures: Help for Compulsive Acquiring, Saving, and Hoarding
by David F. Tolin, Randy Frost, Gail Steketee
I found an interesting article on hoarding at www.everydayhealth.com/anxiety-disorders/expert-answers-on-obsessive-compulsive-disorder-and-hoarding.aspx
This website has interviews of OCD experts. You'll learn a lot about OCD and how it relates to hoarding.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Nisqually Wildlife Refuge, Summer Lecture Series
The Northwest is a wonderful place to live and summer is the best time of the year. The temperatures are in the low 80s, high 70s. For some of us, that is getting on the warm side! It’s perfect for hiking, strolling, working in the garden, hanging out with friends. Today some friends from church joined us at the Refuge for the first of the Summer Lectures. There will be one every Wednesday at 7:00. Doors open at 6:00 pm and the first 100 people are seated. Yea, they are that popular! There is usually a line forming by 5:15.
Tonight’s lecture was on snow leopards. Next week’s topic is “Puget Sound Earthquakes.” Bring a friend and join us.
Tonight’s lecture was on snow leopards. Next week’s topic is “Puget Sound Earthquakes.” Bring a friend and join us.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
God Equips Those He Calls
I’m home from a two and a half week long road trip. We spend our winters in Texas. This year we drove to Washington DC to visit our son and do some sightseeing, then drove across country home to Washington State. We visited some battle fields along the way, revolutionary war and civil war. Visited Lincoln’s hometown of Springfield, Illinois, and the Wright brothers’ hometown of Dayton, Ohio. Then on to Mount Rushmore and Grand Teton National Park.
We stayed ahead of the storms on our way to DC. On Wednesday, April 27 we were in Vicksburg, Mississippi. It was cloudy and a spring storm went through with rain lasting only 15 minutes while we were at the battlefield. East of us, Tuscaloosa, Alabama was hit by a historic tornado that killed over 200 people. As we listened to the news on the radio the next day, my husband and I were both struck by an urge to help. I remembered watching the devastation wrought by Hurricane Katrina and wishing I could help.
Now we were driving in the direction of Tuscaloosa. We could head south of Tuscaloosa, avoiding the area, or we could be in Tuscaloosa that afternoon. Unlike the year we watched the Katrina aftermath on TV, we were now in a position to help. We were Red Cross and Southern Baptist Disaster Relief volunteers, trained but not experienced. We headed for Tuscaloosa.
As we neared Tuscaloosa, we began to see trees downed on the side of the freeway. Entering town, we slowed to a crawl. Traffic lights were out. We learned later that power was out in most of the town. We followed the GPS directions to the Red Cross office, but were stopped by yellow tape across the road. We pulled into the parking lot of the nearby shopping center and asked directions.
“The Red Cross office is right over there,” a man directing traffic said.
We walked across the street that was closed to traffic and found the Red Cross office. Broken windows and the door were boarded up, and a sign was on the door. Volunteers were directed to go to the temporary shelter at the community center.
We drove to the shelter and introduced ourselves. Can we help? “Maybe tonight, we’re okay for now,” the shelter manager said.
It looked like organized chaos as people entered and were checked in. We looked into the dining room and saw the familiar yellow shirts and hats of Southern Baptist Disaster Relief volunteers. Perhaps they needed help.
We introduced ourselves and were told sure, they could use the help. “Meet us here tomorrow morning. At 5:30.”
Now we just needed to find a motel outside Tuscaloosa, one that accepted pets since we were traveling with our four cats. We began our search outside of town because we didn’t want to take up precious space victims might need and because there probably wasn’t any motels open in Tuscaloosa since the power was out.
We showed up the next morning and helped feed 800 people. The next day we helped prepare food for another 800 before being on our way. More volunteers had shown up so we didn’t feel like we were abandoning them. They had plenty of help and would prepare 2000 meals that day. Lunch and dinner would be served in the dining area of the shelter. More food would be sent out on Red Cross ERVs (emergency response vehicles).
For us, this was rewarding in many ways. We were only there for two days, but considered this to be super-training. And I feel more confident now that I can respond to a disaster. My arthritis gives me backaches when I stand, sit or walk too long. And I get migraines. But my back didn’t hurt at all for the entire 12 hour day. And no headaches. And 10 years ago my OCD would have prevented me from helping with food preparation. I would have feared causing harm coming to the people we served because of something I’d done. No such fears now.
When we first got involved with disaster relief training, I was reluctant. Could I work long days, then sleep on a cot? After praying about it for several weeks, I plunged into it, reasoning that if God wanted me to help, he’d make it possible. I lost weight, received some physical therapy for my back and stuck to an exercise routine. My back began to feel better. Being physically fit enough to serve God when the time came encouraged me to keep the weight off and keep my muscles strong. I reasoned that I would work as long as possible, with God’s help. If only a few days, fine.
We only worked two days and we didn’t have to sleep on a cot, but it was enough to help me know that God really will equip those He calls.
We stayed ahead of the storms on our way to DC. On Wednesday, April 27 we were in Vicksburg, Mississippi. It was cloudy and a spring storm went through with rain lasting only 15 minutes while we were at the battlefield. East of us, Tuscaloosa, Alabama was hit by a historic tornado that killed over 200 people. As we listened to the news on the radio the next day, my husband and I were both struck by an urge to help. I remembered watching the devastation wrought by Hurricane Katrina and wishing I could help.
Now we were driving in the direction of Tuscaloosa. We could head south of Tuscaloosa, avoiding the area, or we could be in Tuscaloosa that afternoon. Unlike the year we watched the Katrina aftermath on TV, we were now in a position to help. We were Red Cross and Southern Baptist Disaster Relief volunteers, trained but not experienced. We headed for Tuscaloosa.
As we neared Tuscaloosa, we began to see trees downed on the side of the freeway. Entering town, we slowed to a crawl. Traffic lights were out. We learned later that power was out in most of the town. We followed the GPS directions to the Red Cross office, but were stopped by yellow tape across the road. We pulled into the parking lot of the nearby shopping center and asked directions.
“The Red Cross office is right over there,” a man directing traffic said.
We walked across the street that was closed to traffic and found the Red Cross office. Broken windows and the door were boarded up, and a sign was on the door. Volunteers were directed to go to the temporary shelter at the community center.
We drove to the shelter and introduced ourselves. Can we help? “Maybe tonight, we’re okay for now,” the shelter manager said.
It looked like organized chaos as people entered and were checked in. We looked into the dining room and saw the familiar yellow shirts and hats of Southern Baptist Disaster Relief volunteers. Perhaps they needed help.
We introduced ourselves and were told sure, they could use the help. “Meet us here tomorrow morning. At 5:30.”
Now we just needed to find a motel outside Tuscaloosa, one that accepted pets since we were traveling with our four cats. We began our search outside of town because we didn’t want to take up precious space victims might need and because there probably wasn’t any motels open in Tuscaloosa since the power was out.
We showed up the next morning and helped feed 800 people. The next day we helped prepare food for another 800 before being on our way. More volunteers had shown up so we didn’t feel like we were abandoning them. They had plenty of help and would prepare 2000 meals that day. Lunch and dinner would be served in the dining area of the shelter. More food would be sent out on Red Cross ERVs (emergency response vehicles).
For us, this was rewarding in many ways. We were only there for two days, but considered this to be super-training. And I feel more confident now that I can respond to a disaster. My arthritis gives me backaches when I stand, sit or walk too long. And I get migraines. But my back didn’t hurt at all for the entire 12 hour day. And no headaches. And 10 years ago my OCD would have prevented me from helping with food preparation. I would have feared causing harm coming to the people we served because of something I’d done. No such fears now.
When we first got involved with disaster relief training, I was reluctant. Could I work long days, then sleep on a cot? After praying about it for several weeks, I plunged into it, reasoning that if God wanted me to help, he’d make it possible. I lost weight, received some physical therapy for my back and stuck to an exercise routine. My back began to feel better. Being physically fit enough to serve God when the time came encouraged me to keep the weight off and keep my muscles strong. I reasoned that I would work as long as possible, with God’s help. If only a few days, fine.
We only worked two days and we didn’t have to sleep on a cot, but it was enough to help me know that God really will equip those He calls.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
Altimira Oriole, South Texas, 2011
“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom m and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Matthew 6:25-34
Field of Texas Bluebonnets (Lupins), 2010
Me, not worring, in a field of Texas wilflowers (2010)
The wildflowers in Texas were prolific and beautiful the spring and summer of 2010. After a few years of drought we had rain at just the right time. The spring was cooler so the flowers stayed in bloom longer. This year, the drought is back. We still have wildflowers, but much fewer. But God made our native plants so they could adapt to the conditions they live in. The seeds can survive for years, then burst into bloom when the conditions are just right. Not only are the lilies of the field not worried, but they have no need to worry!
I know what you might be thinking – we have done a lot over the years to reduce the number of these beautiful native plants, but through it all, most survive as a species. As for those that are in jeopardy, there are a few of us who are trying to help.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Headache Days -- With OCD and Without
Yesterday I had one of my terrible headaches. One that laid me up on the couch all day. In my OCD days, I’d worry about the frequency and cause of the headaches and even more about what I should be doing instead of resting on the couch. Today, I trust what the doctors say, do what I can to prevent the headaches and backaches (both seem to be due to arthritis), and cope with the pain when it comes with rest and medication. I cancel appointments and take a day of rest. I read if I can, crochet and enjoy watching old movies. Instead of worrying and being upset about having a headache, I end up actually being thankful for a day of rest. Besides, worry doesn’t solve anything. My kitties love it when I’m ill! Or it seems that way anyway. They seem to like having a warm still body to lounge on. Melody and Little Kitty take turns keeping me company. Melody becomes a nuisance at night though. She seems worried about me and sleeps on top of me all night. She doesn’t realize that makes it more difficult for me to sleep and aggravates my back pain. Oh well, she really does mean well.
Little Kitty thinks she can crochet!
Melody lounging
Monday, March 14, 2011
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