Happy Mother’s Day, Heroines
One night this week Ray and I went into a Kohl’s near our hotel. I’m pretty sure I saw a couple of men shopping for Mother’s Day. I can’t think of another reason that one man would be at the…
One night this week Ray and I went into a Kohl’s near our hotel. I’m pretty sure I saw a couple of men shopping for Mother’s Day. I can’t think of another reason that one man would be at the…
Several months ago my close friend (and blog reader) Laura suggested that I talk about good books to read. I thought of her idea again when Dr. Carson encouraged everyone in his audience to spend thirty minutes a day learning…
Ray and I are grateful for a visit to the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center. While most of the museum was dedicated to the Underground Railroad, it also highlighted other issues of freedom, subjection, and slavery. The section on modern…
In 1951 in Detroit, Michigan, a baby boy was born into an African American family (I’ll call him Keith). While he was still a boy, his mama discovered that her husband was a bigamist with a second family. The couple divorced and…
In the last verses of Romans 15, Paul asked the Romans to pray with him. He expressed specific prayer requests, including this one: “. . . so that I may come to you in joy by the will of God and…
I think it’s fun to finger through tiles and make words when I play Bananagrams. I like to look through people’s cast-offs at garage sales and antique stores. And, when I read or do research, and when I am out of town,…