Self-care: taking time to enjoy life

Mama didn’t raise me to be a cook. No, she scooted me out of the kitchen putting paper and a box of crayons in front of me to make her work easier. I wonder if she knew the seeds she was planting? That I would embrace the making of all kinds of art, the art she also enjoyed.   From coloring books and crayons to clay and chalks, pencils that...

This is when I understood God’s love never stops

Annie stood back casting a hard look at my very pregnant belly. “You’re having a girl” she said with a nod. This was the time of predictions and guesses and the build up to the reveal which would be announced by the baby herself in the hospital delivery room. There was no cake with a pink layer inside or box of blue balloons. We waited the full length of pregnancy...

How do we thank God no matter what?

Is this the year we sit around our Thanksgiving tables in fear and loathing, wondering where did it go amok? Do we rattle off our list of thanks with all the enthusiasm of reciting the multiplication tables? I’ve lived through elections since the late 70’s when I became eligible to cast my ballot. Saturday Night Live heavily influenced my choice for Carter as I’m sure it’s influenced many a generation...

Our common bond of faith became our foundation

It was the faith we held in common that had me say yes when he asked me out. That, and his undeniable good looks. As I look back, that may have held an edge for my 19-year-old self. We’d both grown up as pastor’s kids in the same denomination. We knew the life, the traditions, we believed. This was enough common ground to explore a future. It was enough to...

I’m dragging my feet on this part of the journey

You can tell me that every path or journey in life is unknown and I wouldn’t argue with you. But. But, there has been a predictable sense about them. One I’ve watched walk ahead. They’ve marked the way and left signposts of where to turn or when it’s time to stop and rest. They’ve shown me it’s best not to journey alone, even though I still try to make my own...

She won’t eat anything

“Give it to Mikey. He won’t eat anything.” That was the tagline of an old breakfast cereal commercial. If a picky eater will eat it, it must be good. Our granddaughter was that picky eater, limiting her choices to yogurt, peanut butter, cheese and anything sweet for the first few years of her life. We tried to fool her and bribe her into just tasting something new. If you’re a...

Is it fright night at your house?

Daddy stood behind the front door, waiting for mama to walk in. Arms full of grocery bags,  he would jump out at the right time to give her a fright. We were in on his prank and laughed to see his playfulness and mama’s guaranteed jump for the umpteenth time. I wasn’t even in school when I had a dream that woke me terrified. I was spending the night at Granny’s, sleeping...

When Celebrating our Anniversary Celebrates Others

The more the numbers add up and years pass, the more significant our time together becomes. In our society of throwaway everything, including marriages, having a long-term marriage means something. We recently celebrated our 39th wedding anniversary. Yeah, that’s a big number. Even more, that’s a lot of learning and relearning, mostly how to gather around you good people to help nurture you through the tides of life. So much...

You’ve Got Mail!

We can expect our mail to be delivered in the afternoon. Our regular mail carrier, Jerry, tucks envelopes and ads in the white mailboxes that line our street. They all are neighborhood standard, all looking the same. It’s a wonder he gets the mail in the right boxes. I grew up in a time where the letter e didn’t precede the word mail. I grew up struggling to decipher handwritten...

When You’re Feeling Trapped by the Patterns

The drive from Irving to Waco gave us plenty of time to talk. We talk in circles, usually, starting at one point and ending far  from where we began. She and I are both firstborns and our conversation about life had me commenting that the only models for firstborns are adults. We take our cues from them. Our parents, grandparents… they are the ones who imprint our lives. They are our...