When I was in the first grade, I was the fastest runner in my class. I could outrun boys and girls alike. It was a beautiful thing. But when I hit second grade, a…
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My daughter informed me that yesterday, on social media, was #ThankfulThursday. So she asked me for a photo of what I am thankful for. For one thing, I am terribly grateful for my daughter—I…
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Two weeks ago, after losing touch and not seeing each other for over thirty years, my college roommate and I had the grandest reunion in Memphis, Tennessee. We found each other through social media…
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Have you ever seen anything like it? This sentiment could apply to most anything these days—natural disasters concerning the weather—tornadoes and floods, earthquakes, or violence, unrest and turmoil in this nation, or, surprise! this…
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My daughter, Laura, is a new mom. So for Mother’s Day weekend, she wrote a guest post for my blog. She’s learning an important lesson on surrender. My daughter, Lucy Drew, is just four…
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My friend, Susi, has the most beautiful feet. Now, you may think that an odd thing to say, but if you could see mine, you would understand why I appreciate a nice pair of…
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“This month, Friday the 13th falls on a Wednesday,” my husband, Jerry will say while mischievously cutting his eyes at me. I think most of the time he says things like that to make…
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To quote my grandson Henry, these words, “What is happening with this, Amma? What is happening? This is dangerous,” could quite conceivably freeze you in your tracks. But don’t worry, because to Henry, eating…
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Tomorrow is Good Friday and many of us in quietness and solemnity reflect on what it meant for Jesus to, as a human being, face the physical torments of the cross. As God, the…
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I think it started even before I had children, when my friend, Alice, who had three teenage children of her own, told me all she wanted for them was to raise them to be…