A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
As a small child I remember seeing the album cover and recognizing his face. This was not some far off person who had no connection to me, this was my uncle, the man who lived down the road from grandma and grandpa’s house, who played with me and my sisters, who smiled and laughed, and…
As I drove the 20 minute drive between my church and the grocery store the other day I witnessed three different drivers trying to get wherever they were going from the wrong lane.
It’s been 30 years since we took these photos and our faces were printed on the prestigious pages of the local newspapers. Our 5 seconds of fame weren’t perfectly preserved, but I thought I’d share what I had.
There once was a man named Harry,Who had him a daughter named Mary.He taught her with pride,How to kid and to chide,Yet he frowned when he found her contrary.
Every Mother’s Day the boys fill in a few pages of a journal that is set aside for just this purpose. In place of cards or some other item that may be thrown out, their messages are kept in one place that can be perused and reminisced over each year. This year as I read…
I still have a few more things to take care of. There are some grades to send in to their home-school umbrella. There are some books to give away, and some books to sell, and some boxes to clean out. There are some things to consider. Do I need to keep all these pencils? Do…
I hope that what we choose in this moment is more than staying home to protect others from a virus. I hope that we choose being present at home to protect ourselves from division and self-gratification.
I was upset. I had told them to be careful, and yet they raced to the car with boyish abandon. One with a tray of chicken & cheese enchiladas, and one with a pie. Nothing had spilled, nothing had broken, nothing had come of their carelessness at all except what spilled from me.
I’m not writing to air my many thoughts on Lori Loughlin, or her daughter, or their money, or Hollywood, or any of that. I’m writing about me, and us, parents who are just as anxious to see our kids successful but will never have the resources to tempt us to act so shockingly. It’s easy…
I have never been a big fan of squash, but I found this recipe a year or two ago and I absolutely love it. It’s filling, yummy, and good for me.