I am a self-confessed hopeless romantic. I see live people. And I imagine who they are, what they’re doing, where they’re going, and why they do what they do. Everyone has a story.

Occasionally I’m right. More often, I’m wrong. The downside to being a hopeless romantic? We get burned. There’s no way around it.

Most of the time, I like to imagine the best out of people. Oh, if only people just lived by my scripts. I love happy endings. But sadly, I usually find myself picking up the pieces of a broken heart because the people I invest in don’t live up to my expectations. Should they?

I teach. I’ve probably tried to intervene in two or three thousand lives in the span of my career. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve cried over a kid who refused to be reached.

People are more than characters, more than stereotypes. We are multi-dimensional, always changing with every twist and turn in life.

We are kaleidoscopes. All the pieces of our personalities and characters come together to create unique, ever-changing kaleidoscopes.

Why wouldn’t God see us as kaleidoscopes? He created us. He knows our quirks and whims and fears and desires. Sometimes the picture we paint for ourselves isn’t very pretty, but God constantly moves the pieces of lives so that we can be something new, something beautiful in His eyes.

Because I write, I feel as though I have a “license” to be a people watcher. I have an excuse. I’m “researching” people for my next work in progress.

What I really want to do is see people through God’s eyes, to see them as kaleidoscopes.

We humans can do and say some pretty ugly things, especially when we’re hurt. Remember one twist, one turn in our lives, can change the pattern of pieces of who we are and how people see us (and how we see others).

My heart’s desire is to never give up my “hopeless romantic” instinct. I want to find the beauty in each person, even if it means risking rejection, being hurt, or being disappointed. I hope that others will find me (and all my ugly flaws) worth the risk too.


Congratulations to Kuby! You are the WINNER of the Christmas edition of the Chicken Soup for the Soup book. Please send me a private email letting me know where you would like the book sent and if you would like it to be autographed (by yours truly—I have a story in the book! Woo hoo. My first).

Hey readers, you’ve got to check out Kuby’s Korner. Oh, my goodness! YUM!


4 thoughts on “Kaleidoscope

  1. WOW WOW WOW. First of all, thanks so much for the plug for my web site! Thank you so much for sharing your heart with us and even your disappointments. I must go and hunt for your email address. Thanks again!

  2. I feel like I go people hunting every day when I walk around campus. I see the good people geniunely express to others. Some put a mask on to get through the day. When you live in the dorms, people’s true personalities come out, and sometimes they aren’t as pretty as you think. I take all this in because to me this can only give me a sense of fully developing a character that is believeable. My writing juices have been flowing so freely. I just need the time to write it all down. I just can’t wait to be finished this semester.

    (I’ve really tried to not use profanity, but one of my characters is proving to be difficult about that.)

  3. I know what you mean. My second manuscript takes place in urban Memphis. It’s definitely not a rated G environment, but my story is. I’m glad you’re writing. You are so talented.

    I have taken a lot of characters from qualities of people I’ve met. However, one of my major characters in this new book comes from a a guy I saw in Memphis on a Harley. Never met him though.

    I love going there just to understand how my characters would think and act. I am so different from any of them. I am so naive. I remember the first time we went to Memphis. We were down on the river watching the 4th of July fireworks show with the boats and barges all decorated. So cool. Nobody told me how stupid it was to be wandering around with my camera, snapping photos. I guess I thought I was in little old Manchester.

    I hope to get a story on here about that experience. All the people were so nice when I asked to take their pictures. I’m sure they were used to it–after having posed for multiple mug shots. I laugh now, but if I could talk to myself back then, I would shake myself and say, “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” I am so glad God watches out for me in spite of myself. 🙂

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