My grandmother shone on Christmas. She was beautiful all the time, with her snow white curls (sometimes bobby pinned under to make the curl tight), her ivory skin with just the touch of pink on her cheeks, and her eyes that always crinkled with her smile. But at Christmas, my grandmother shone as bright as … Continue reading My Christmas Eve Grandma
“Our magnolia tree’s dying and it was one of my favorite trees,” I told Bob one day as he worked in the yard, and I drank coffee and watched him work in the yard. A stick with dead brown leaves poked up from the ground where once a majestic tree stood. I remember when a … Continue reading A Magnolia Tree and Me
I nearly fell off the back of the truck. I tried to pretend I ride in the back of a truck every day. I nonchalantly placed my hand across a metal bar behind me, but in actuality my back was rubbing hard against the bar and my hand that clutched it was shaky and tight. … Continue reading My First Day in Nicaragua
Today Billy Graham died and the world lost a great man. It brings tears to my eyes to imagine Jesus greeting Dr. Graham in heaven. For some of you the terms “Christian” and “saved” have come to mean things that are not true. I hope when you hear those terms you will think of Billy … Continue reading On the Death of Dr. Billy Graham
One of the first things on the program for the Veteran’s Day assembly at my daughter’s junior high was the flag processional. The band played My Country Tis of Thee and the army, navy, air force and marine flags were each hoisted in by ninth graders dressed in their best. The music ended and there … Continue reading Veteran’s Day Assembly
It takes effort to step back and truly see someone for who they are, no matter how old or different or intimidating they might be.
I was so deeply involved in a novel that I couldn’t put it down. Bob held our five-year-old daughter, Allie Jane, in his arms and they watched the movie Annie. In two days Allie Jane was to go to kindergarten for the first time. Everyone was asking me how I was doing, but I’m fine, … Continue reading A Mom Being Melodramatic