Living Life Immediately
I was standing in our tiny kitchen in Illinois talking on the phone, while little Mary Evelyn waited eagerly for me to get off. With her mommy tethered to a landline with a cord, our resourceful little girl got pen…
I was standing in our tiny kitchen in Illinois talking on the phone, while little Mary Evelyn waited eagerly for me to get off. With her mommy tethered to a landline with a cord, our resourceful little girl got pen…
Recently as I sat in church, I noticed a little boy about three years old in a pew in front of me. He leaned his head on a lady whom I assumed to be his mother. I didn’t see her…
Ray and I hugged our sweet Henry and his folks yesterday morning and headed west for the Midwest Parent Educators Conference in Kansas City. The clouds were so ominous that we got out our travel weather radio to see if we…
“He thinks he knows everything!” “Whew, what a know-it-all!” “You can’t tell him anything!” (or the Southern version, “You can’t tell him nothin’!”) None of us want people to describe us in those ways. We need to be teachable like…
Several years ago I got to know an older man with one handicapped son about thirty years old. The father described their close relationship with a Southernism: “I’m foolish about him and he’s foolish about me.” Every child longs for…
We emotional females sometimes remember feelings better than we remember details. I remember how I felt one time when I complimented a young woman in front of her mother. Her mother quickly minimized what I said. I don’t remember the…
In Luke 15, Jesus told three lost and found parables. He spoke of a lost sheep, a lost coin, and a lost son. In each parable, people rejoice when what had been lost is found. Each time they rejoice with…
Ray and I took to the road yesterday morning, heading north to our first homeschool convention of 2014 and, more importantly, to our beloved John, Audra, and Henry. The house sitters got lined up; the laundry got done; the clothes…
On Sunday a friend and I reminisced about fashion hemlines when we were girls. Attendees at homeschool conventions are great evidence as to how times have changed since then. I imagine you could find modest hemlines varying as much as…