This week something popped up on Facebook. I don’t know who the original poster was or even remember who shared the post but I clicked and got sucked into the post - and the comments. Always the comments... The post was titled “Just Show Up”and was about a mom who hated her body but put on a swimsuit so she could be with her kids. The gist of the post was about not worrying about our physical appearance because the kids don’t care. They just want us to be there for them. The gal’s post Keep Reading...
Digging Up Roots
I love trees. I really love big shade trees. Living in the South has given me a love for shade and the trees that produce shade. Shade is life in the south during the summer. Well, it’s pretty important from about April through October. When my husband decided to cut down the ONE tree in the backyard offering us any escape from the scorching rays of the sun, I was not happy. Not happy at all. The tree also shaded several rooms in the house from the glaring rays and limited the heat trying Keep Reading...
The Veteran Who Never Was and Why
This is the story of a man who wanted to serve his country but never got the chance – because of sacrificial love. We rode in silence. He had his thoughts. I had mine. When my uncle died several years ago, I had the honor to be charged with the task of getting my 96-year-old grandfather, who I called Papa, to the funeral. My Papa lived nearly five hours away from the town where his son would be buried so we had a lot of time in the car together. I had wonderful relationships Keep Reading...
Brusher of the Month ~ Yep, That Was Me!
After dropping my girls off for school, I turned the corner in my neighborhood and was met with a picture of me. Not a good picture of me. But a blown up, bigger than life picture of me as “Brusher of the Month.” Me. As an awkward teenager. With braces on my teeth! Someone was going to die! How is it that my high school brace face picture ended up – blown up - on a traffic caution barricade at the end of a busy street in a busy neighborhood? Friendship. That is Keep Reading...
Are You In Good Company?
The Suburban was loaded for the annual Christmas trek from Texas to Colorado. We joked about how we looked like the Griswold’s from the movie, Vacation, with our carrier on top of the car loaded, a rack that inserts into the trailer hitch piled high with coolers, and the inside packed with three teenage daughters, a teenage nephew, a tranquilized dog and some harried parents. We fought our way north as the kids competed to see who could turn up their iPods the loudest and completely annoy their Keep Reading...
The Whole World Can’t Be Wrong
My oldest daughter was learning to drive several years ago so when we drove from Texas to Colorado, I thought it would be good experience for her to drive when we went through the Texas Panhandle. In that region of Texas, the roads are straight, wide and seem to go on forever. Her driving permit was fairly new and West Texas seemed like a pretty safe place to practice highway driving. The first hour passed without much conflict. (For those of you who have driven with a strong-willed teen and Keep Reading...