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
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The Night the Tree Fell
Tonight I sat and watched an old tree being felled. It was dead, I was told, and could have damaged something or hurt someone, so I understand. In my mind, I get it. But my heart was breaking. Death and endings make me sad. And I was thinking about this-- If we don't plant more… Continue reading The Night the Tree Fell
Dreams Come True, The Highway Don’t Care
Y'all know that Taylor Swift song--The Highway Don't Care? Oops. Just found out it is really attributed to Tim McGraw. But she sings in it and she's Taylor after all (I live in a house dominated by females who LOVE TS, so my apologies, Mr. McGraw). The song basically says that despite all that is… Continue reading Dreams Come True, The Highway Don’t Care
The Little Girl and Her Books–A Fairytale About Dreams Coming True
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved books. She loved them so much she practically gobbled up each one she held in her hands. Her Mama took her to the library, and she still remembers signing for her first library card. She would choose a half-dozen or more books and bring… Continue reading The Little Girl and Her Books–A Fairytale About Dreams Coming True
Grief, the Grocery Store, and Grace
I went to the grocery store today. I know. Big mistake. Two days before Thanksgiving. I knew better. It was crazy. The thing I kept telling myself (and the other shoppers I kept running into) was, "Better today than tomorrow." Y'all, it was crazier than the grocery store when a half-inch of snow is predicted.… Continue reading Grief, the Grocery Store, and Grace
My Day in Pictures…..and a Word or Two
I did a big thing today. First of all, before I go any further, you need to know that the last time I left my house for anything more than running across town for our daytodailies or escorting our littles to their various activities or running to Macon for an appointment was this past June… Continue reading My Day in Pictures…..and a Word or Two
On Sacred Ground
Today I walked on sacred ground. I do that more often than one might think, but I find sacred ground in some of the oddest places--once I stop and really consider where I am. A writerfriend, whose first book I was introduced to by Karen Spears Zacharias, released her new book yesterday. It's been exciting… Continue reading On Sacred Ground
Encourage a Mama, Hug a Child
It's here again. The flipping of the calendar pages and it rolls around again. When I was little, Mother's Day was about making homemade cards, writing poems that rhymed, and making some kind of special food for my Mama. I probably crocheted her a bookmark or something small a year or two in there somewhere. … Continue reading Encourage a Mama, Hug a Child
I Might Need A Nap 