Count Me In
Inclusion. It’s something we all want. It doesn’t feel good to be left out. When I was a kid, I wanted a bike so I could ride with the other kids. I didn’t get one so, not wanting to be left out, […]
Something Like Grace
When I was younger, I took a lot of grief for making “excuses” for other people. If someone ignored me, I might have said they were probably having a bad day. If someone was unkind, I was inclined to write it off […]
Tea and Toast
Tea and toast. It was my favorite part of being sick as a kid–if you didn’t count not having to go to school. When I was sick, my mom would make me hot tea with sugar and milk and a couple pieces […]
When All Else Fails…
Ever have one of those days when you don’t even want to show up in your own life? What do you do? I have a list of things I can do that usually help me snap out of it, but today they […]
Oh, Brother
Today marks the eight month anniversary of my brother Mike’s death. This coming Saturday, had he lived, he would be turning sixty-nine. The oldest of six kids, he was the trailblazer. He was the one our mom and dad tried out their […]
Don’t Blink
Last week, our granddaughter came to spend the night with us. It was her turn. She was very excited and when we got home, she wanted to ride in the Gator and go feed the rooster. So off to the barn we […]
Perfectly Imperfect
Remember that tree you loved to climb as a kid? The one that wasn’t shaped so pretty? The one with the low branches you could actually reach without a boost? I see beauty there among the ivy and moss. Among the sometimes […]
Life is Change
When they shot off the fireworks from the park in my hometown on the Fourth of July, we kids each grabbed a lawn chair and headed upstairs to my parents bedroom where there was a door out to an upstairs porch above […]
Best Friends Are the Best!
Last week, I had a happy accident. I was trying to call my husband’s doctor, and my phone had ideas of its own. It called my best friend from high school. There’s a long list of names on my phone between Dr. […]
The Slow Road
If I had my druthers, I’d rather walk than ride. I’d rather rake leaves than chop them up with a riding mower. I’d rather pull weeds than poison them. I’d rather catch salamanders in the creek than spend the day at a […]
