Tonight, thanks to my Fella and the littles and to the universe lining up such that no one was sick or upset or in desperate need, I was able to go to a meeting about life. And how all life is valuable. And precious. Aub and I met some fascinating people, and I'm looking forward… Continue reading “Be Faithful to the Truth”
Month: April 2015
If You Need a Timeturner…..
Last week Cooter hit another milestone. He has been reading this same book off and on for a couple of months. A little bit at the time, minus the several days in there when he thought he had lost the book. (I believe it was found in his abandoned "Indiana Jones" backpack.) Cooter finished reading… Continue reading If You Need a Timeturner…..
It Was a “Pink Toilet on the Side of the Road” Kind of Day
The littles and I were riding down the road one day last week, and I saw this. There is no filter. That is indeed a pink toilet sitting on the side of the road. A rose commode. A throne. The can. Whatever you want to call it, it's still there. And still pink. I was… Continue reading It Was a “Pink Toilet on the Side of the Road” Kind of Day
The One About a Phone Call, Cardboard, and Loving While Letting Go
The number wasn't one I recognized. It was a local number so there were any number of folks it could have been. When I answered and heard that voice, oh my heart. Relief flooded in. A smile covered my face. I do love that voice. And the one it belongs to. Mac. My friend. I… Continue reading The One About a Phone Call, Cardboard, and Loving While Letting Go
When a Stick is So Much More Than a Stick
A few months back I wrote about Cooter wanting real estate. "Real estate's where it's at, Mama." One of my dear friends, Renea Winchester, decided to send him just that. She boxed up some special dirt and other treasures and sent them down the road to us. Bless her. He was so excited to have… Continue reading When a Stick is So Much More Than a Stick
the ice
the rain poured down swelling and flowing beyond the paths already etched in the ground by the storms and rain of days recently passed rushing hurriedly as though in fear of being caught by what was coming the ice it pelted down in the darkest moments of the storm the pounding sounds said this was… Continue reading the ice
backstage
This weekend my sisterfriend has a story to share, as do so many of the beautiful, strong women I know. For all of you who are taking the brave step of sharing your stories out loud for others to hear, have courage. You are stronger than you know. You lived it, now go and share… Continue reading backstage
But First, A Selfie
After playing with her brother and Daddy one evening, our Princess came in and sat on the couch with a big smile on her face. "Everyone should have a fun, silly, and clumsy person in their lives. And a Mama too." Oh me. Ouch. Mayhaps I should be more in touch with my silly and… Continue reading But First, A Selfie
Truth and Stories and the Dear Friends Who Tell Them
Last weekend at my college reunion I had the privilege of sitting next to not one, but two of the women who not only knew me when but who also lived with me, bless 'em. As we sat and remembered and laughed and longed for more time to talk, a couple of moments stood out… Continue reading Truth and Stories and the Dear Friends Who Tell Them
A Little Writing Assignment
Yesterday after our Princess finished her math and spelling exercises, I asked her to work on her creative writing. Rather than giving her a prompt as I usually do, I told her she could write about anything she would like. A few minutes later, I heard piano music. The littles have been taking lessons since… Continue reading A Little Writing Assignment
I Might Need A Nap 