A few days ago I had the privilege of speaking with a most delightful fellow on the phone. My little nephew, who just turned four, woke up from his nap and came in the room where my brother was on the phone with me. The miles divide, but the heart does not. Thankfully so. When… Continue reading That’s Hilarious…..and Important
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Little Brothers and Big Surprises
When I was in the third grade, I learned to crochet. I sat on the playground at recess with my third grade teacher, Mrs. Turner, whose gentle ways and lovely voice (especially when reading Charlotte's Web aloud) were like a balm to my soul. I don't remember how the lessons came about, but at some… Continue reading Little Brothers and Big Surprises
The Secret to Making Biscuits
One of my favorite memories from this past holiday season happened less than two weeks ago. On the day after New Year's my brother Bubba taught my oldest, Aub, how to make Maemae's biscuits. She even stood on a stool beside him, just like she used to with her Maemae. Bubba told us the story… Continue reading The Secret to Making Biscuits
The Tenth Day of Christmas
On the tenth day of Christmas..... ten dishes of leftovers in the fridge. I love leftovers. I really do. They are the best. I love having food already prepared, easily warmed and served--especially during the week when our schedules tend to get a little busier. Over the holidays I did more cooking than usual. Today… Continue reading The Tenth Day of Christmas
The Sixth Day of Christmas
On the sixth day of Christmas..... six pairs of little bare feet. Running through the yard, romping through the house. Getting them where they wanted to be, catching skinks and lizards and frogs and lovingly creating them wonderful habitats. Running after each other and riding bikes and scooters. Wandering all over Blackberry Flats. Or little… Continue reading The Sixth Day of Christmas
Bubba, the Lamb, and the Raspberries
A week or so ago I promised a story about my lamb Raspberry. And so, true to my word, here it is. Years ago, when I was 12 or so, I was in 4-H. One of the activities we could participate in was raising a sheep for show. I was all for it, and my… Continue reading Bubba, the Lamb, and the Raspberries
oh, brother
It's quite late, really, and I'm sure you're already sleeping. Worn out, tired, the good kind that comes from chasing your three boys and all the memory making you do together. And so I will tiptoe down the hall and just leave this outside your door much as I did when you were new to… Continue reading oh, brother
The Question That Will Keep Me Up Tonight
So this evening as I was putting supper onto plates after swim practice and swim lessons, Aub came into the kitchen and asked: "So would you give Bubba part of your liver if he needed it?" I dropped the spoon in the pasta salad. Wait. What now? Apparently she's watching a show where this is… Continue reading The Question That Will Keep Me Up Tonight
Running for Love
From rising before the crack of dawn to walking with Miss Sophie this evening, from the icy chill of early morning to the warmth of the afternoon sun, today has brought a plethora of images of new life and sweet life. But the sweetest image I can only picture in my… Continue reading Running for Love
Looking Up
This evening as I took Miss Sophie out for her evening constitutional, all was quiet except for the artisans finishing up the bricks on the new house. (I am intrigued by their artwork and skills--I could stand and watch for hours, but I worry about being labeled a stalker in my own neighborhood, so I… Continue reading Looking Up
I Might Need A Nap 