I don't have words for this space lately. At least not words fit to publish. Maybe it's media overload. Maybe it's storms and loss and hurting people. Maybe it's too much political trash talk. All I know is last Friday, Doug and I took the long way home after a few days away from normal. …
When I make myself sit still long enough, I love to watch the wind in the tree tops. It's peaceful and calming. There are people in life like that, like wind in tree tops. Walter was one. Thinking about him now, I'm a little embarrassed that I didn't know more facts of his life, like …
My mother is struggling to find comfortable shoes. Therefore, I am struggling to help her find comfortable shoes. Sore feet do not make for happy people. And we need to find some happy around here! She finds shoes in catalogs. I order them online. We go shopping once a week and come home with more. Sometimes …
Awhile back I wrote of the ease and sweet memories of loving little sons. Loving grown-up sons is more complicated. Maybe not so much the loving as the letting go. Their adult lives have been shaped by experiences I have not lived and do not understand. They have wives and children, careers, friends and activities …
With a baby there are sleepless nights, diapers to change and constant feedings. The mess they make is contained to a relatively small space. With a helpless, aging adult there are sleepless nights, diapers to change and the challenge to find ways to feed them adequately when they've forgotten how to use knife and fork. …
They slid quietly onto the benches looking much like we did when we first arrived. Red-faced with sweat dampened hair, three teenage girls took an open bench for themselves. Mom and two small boys, maybe 5 and 8, took a seat behind them on a bench already occupied. Somehow the three of them squished into …
Lately I've been obsessed with the best way to start my day. I've listened to podcasts and read some books. I want to pray more effectively. I want to add physical exercise to my morning. And I need to get as much done as early as I can because my senior citizen status overtakes me every …
Last weekend we made the familiar 10 hour drive south. Since my husband and I wouldn't see my uncle until the next day and there were no motel rooms available anyway, we drove the extra hour into San Francisco. That choice gave us dinner at a favorite restaurant, and an unseasonably affordable, beautiful hotel room …
Flower baskets have been particularly lovely this year. There in the picture I snapped was the tree lined hill in the distance. All the beauty God gives to us for free. And I almost missed it because I didn't feel like planting baskets. Glad I did it anyway. Wind blowing my hair, river rolling it's …
The name may sound similar, as in the outlaw from back in the day, but Jesse Jamison was actually a blacksmith in mid-1800's Indiana. I think I know how Elon, his mother, felt when he enlisted in the 66th Indiana Volunteers. When your child chooses the military way, you live with a mixture of pride …
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