Tag Archives: Gail Cawley Showalter

Religious Reorientation, a Memoir

My knees buckled with fear, as I scooped up his drooping body, and carried him to the car.  His thin limbs spread out on the car seat like a worn-out stuffed toy. 

Religious Reorientation, a Memoir-Iron Overload

My knees buckled with fear, as I scooped up his drooping body, and carried him to the car.  His thin limbs spread out on the car seat like a worn-out stuffed toy. 

Father’s Day Letter to My Sons

I’m sharing my letter that will give insight to all dads with little girls.

Religious Reorientation: a Memoir

“Have I told you today how much I love you?” Bob would say every night as his head hit the pillow. I had to trust him. Trust became more and more difficult as he and Cassie were going to Houston together every day. 

Religious Reorientation: a Memoir

We quickly made a trip to Port Neches to meet with Don and his wife Lyska. There was no question that Bob welcomed this opportunity. He would have what he wanted. They had a gentlemen’s agreement. We found a small house to rent and were able to sell our Houston house quickly. Life was exciting and the future looked fantastic.

Religious Reorientation

Early adulthood brings many turning points.

Very old falling down fence

Religious Reorientation

As I prepare to share my memoir I am reviewing numerous books that I’ve read. The following books are written by authors that I respect. As you can see, I am not taking my religious reorientation lightly. This list of some of my favorite books will give you and idea of how my journey has carried me through to where I am today. Who knows where tomorrow will take me.

Who Are You?

“You have forgotten who you are. Look inside yourself. You are more than what you have become. Remember who you are. Remember. . .”
– Mufasa speaking to Simba

Have You Spent Time Alone Lately?

You may think that I say too much about this topic. Well – here I go again. Because as a mature (a-hm) woman I know that in order to have inner peace one must spend some time alone. It is that time that will bring peace.

Why Kids Need Boundaries

I’ve had occasion to think more recently about parents who want to be friends with their children. They don’t want their children to think of them as mean. They take it personally when a preschooler says, “I hate you.”