LOA Treasures

Self Love Morsels

Putting Gold on my Canvas

Learning To Fly
I’m pretty sure I couldn’t be more proud than I am right this minute. During a conversation at dinner tonight, Landon and I were discussing just how far Tyler’s reading skills had come in the last few months.  I said, “Tyler, probably one of my very favorite things that you’ve learned to do so far is learning to read.”  Landon agreed with me.  “Do you know why?” Tyler said, “Because you both love to read!”  I said, “Yes!  That is why we have so many wonderful books!  We have books on how to become the most successful person in the world, books on how to do magic, books on all of the various breeds of do

The Cat’s Meow
“I can’t find the words,” she hollered, throwing her pen at an unseen enemy hiding behind her notebook. “They’re lost.  They’re missing.  They’re hiding from me as the gnomes and fairies do,” she shouted at no on

Book Review! Memoirs of a Geisha
Have you ever read a story that entrapped you so thoroughly that you were not only shocked when it came to an end, but also saddened because the characters had become part of your daily life?   That is exactly what Arthur Golden did with this work of art.  He obviously had done a LOT of homework on the lifestyles and culture of Geisha in the early twentieth century prior to writing this masterpiece. I feel like I’ve read an in dept

Pounding Our Feet Softly
She tells us that we sound like a herd of cattle running up and down the stairs. She tell us to listen to our feet, to pay attention to the clamor it creates. But that never crosses our minds as we run and jump and fly like birds up and down the stairs.  We never consider that the pounding of our soles against the steps could possibly be like a pack of wild animals tearing through the house.  Why should we consider it?  After all, we are only children, not cows. Let the cows worry about sounding like cattle. And certainly we sound nothing like the horses we call dogs.  They romp and play like gazelle, dancing the two-step.  And we?  We are just children.  Our

Heiress to The Throne
Here, you must take the crown now, my dear. I cannot.  Your shadow is too great for me to follow. You are the only one left, my dear. Don’t leave me!  I can’t do this alone! You can.  And you will.  You will do it nicely.  I am old, I must pass on an heir. No heir can be as magnificent as you. Perhaps… No heir can carry your reputation.  No heir can give the people what they need.  Only you… No.  Be strong, my dear.  Be strong and carry yourself wisely.  Be filled with grace and charm.  I have selected you from all of my followers.  You must. I can&