Kay Harms

Living in the Light

Have you ever been in a restaurant when the lights suddenly dimmed and the softer, more ambient light began to glow, cluing you in to the fact that it was no longer day time, but evening had arrived? In fact, the restaurant may have even changed menus at about this same point, transitioning from smaller portions and reasonable prices to… Read More

The Best Advertisement

Today I watched a little of Rachel Ray’s show as I was cleaning my family room. I think the theme of the show had something to do with audience or viewer requests. So they were showing segments that had most been requested by viewers over time. One of the segments was about an individual, in this case a tv news… Read More

On the Edge of the Earth…but Surrounded

Out here in southern Arizona I sometimes feel like I’m at the very edge of the earth, isolated. Not only are we a good hour plus from a major city with no towns of any great size between us, but the terrain looks like the outer edges, the rim, the end. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve come to love the… Read More

Got a Burning in Your Heart?

There’s just something about passionate people that makes us sit up and take notice. We may not even agree with or hold the same passion, but we listen. Their passion is like a burning fire and while we may or may not catch the spark and burn likewise, we’re affected by their fiery heat one way or the other. Of… Read More

Have You Fallen Out of Your Nest, Too?

I’m hungry as I write this post, and there are some double-stuffed Oreos in my pantry calling my name. This is my husband’s fault for bringing those blasted things into the house, and he knows better! I’ve been trying to make healthier choices when it comes to food and lose a little weight to boot. So far, so good. But… Read More

Scars and Such

This morning as I was getting dressed, I began to rehearse a familiar memory of something that caused me much pain. I do that sometimes, you know. I bet you do, too. I remembered the hurtful words spoken, the feelings of rejection, the ugly attitudes (both mine and theirs), and the penetrating wounds I incurred. I winced at the ugly… Read More