Friends and Family
Ray and I grew up in Tennessee, moved to Kentucky for Ray to go to graduate school, and moved first to Mississippi and later to Illinois when he was in full time ministry. In 1993 we moved back home to…
Ray and I grew up in Tennessee, moved to Kentucky for Ray to go to graduate school, and moved first to Mississippi and later to Illinois when he was in full time ministry. In 1993 we moved back home to…
One day as I was chatting with a homeschooling mama whom I’ll call Dee, we did what we mamas love to do—talked about our children. One time, when some of Dee’s adult children were at home for a visit, they…
My family got our first telephone when we moved into town when I was four years old. It was a black table model with a rotary dial. We rented it from the telephone company, just like everybody else. If we…
On Friday Ray and I had an opportunity to observe men of three generations who work together. They include: A father—I’ll call him Dan. Dan’s two sons—I’ll call them Mike and Frank. Mike’s son—I’ll call him Scott. At one time,…
Joining us for our rainy day lunch with friends this past Sunday were a couple Ray and I had met only a little while earlier before Sunday School. I’ll call them Janet and Wally. During lunch we got to know…
Whether traveling, hosting, driving across town to the folks’, or volunteering at a Thanksgiving outreach, most of the women I know have extra responsibilities this week that they do not have every other week of the year. Some will glide through…