Beware the Stealthy Fog
A light fog blanketing the landscape can be calming to the soul. Sitting on my back porch, for instance, talking to the Good Lord while the early morning is trying to slip out of its thin pale robe. That's a nice prescription for peace. There are other times when fog is less appreciated, say when you're driving, or how about when it begins to roll up
Fully Accepted and Always Welcome
Have you seen that commercial about the monk trying to be in perfect harmony with nature? It's an oldie that always makes me smile in a "I remember that" sort of way. Oh, not the part where he turns over that sweet turtle that's trapped on its back, although I would definitely do that! And not the part where he scoops up a spider indoors and
That’s Serious Shouting Ground
My sisters and I know a few things about forced celebrations. We participated in our fair share of them while traveling with our parents on those yesteryear vacations. Cyndie, Rhonda, and I were a regular backseat trio of discontented warriors. We complained, we argued, and we fought until Papa would break in with one of his infamous rulings. “We’re on vacation,” he’d say. “And we’re gonna
Beware, the Incremental Fade…
I couldn’t tell you how I found the first article if my life depended on it. Those Internet rabbit chases can sneak up on a person. A belle can be looking up a recipe one minute and watching video of a water skiing squirrel the next. Don’t act like you haven’t done it. I may have been born at night, but it wasn’t last night. As
Behold the Lamb
I’m writing to you from my favorite spot on the back porch. I can see the little blue nylon tent from here. The wind is threatening to tote it to the lake right now and I’m tempted to let it. I’m at odds with that silly tent. Its story has continued to unfold from the day I pulled it out of the carrier it came
God Doesn’t Push
I heard a joke once about a little girl who was hurrying down a sidewalk on her way to Sunday School. I’m fuzzy on the details, but when has that stopped me? That was rhetorical, y’all, but thanks. Seriously, I’m pretty sure I can set this up for us and I know it’s worth a try. I see a message embedded in the humor and
Who Holds Your Treasure?
“Here, Keggie,” my granddaughter said, “Hold my frog, please. I don’t want to lose it.” It would be a waste of time for anyone to tell Emerson she shouldn’t play with frogs. That ship has sailed. And for the record, this Keggie complied. You may or may not share Emerson’s fondness for frogs, but I’m guessing we all know what it means to trust someone to
The Love Choice
Once upon a time a lady named Sonya was preparing to ask her husband for a divorce— as soon as she figured out how to make it as painful as possible. The man had broken her heart. He was sorry and claimed to have changed, but Sonya couldn’t let herself trust him. Around that time Sonya met an old friend for coffee. The other lady felt
Wrong Side of Temptation and the Original High Road
Today’s story is yet another from the Christmas holidays. I can’t help it. I stack up more stories than there is time to tell ‘em. At this rate, I should be opining on Valentine’s Day by Easter weekend. I have a nutcracker collection that inhabits my dining room during the holidays. Gathered in groups on the dinner table, the side board, occasional table and china buffet,
The One Thing We All Have
I greeted the older gentleman as I extended the gift from our church group. “Hello there! We brought you a little something for Christmas.” The resident scowled at me and ignored the offering in my hand. “I can’t sleep with all this singing,” he grumbled. I smiled and made another effort at conversation that was dismissed as quickly as the first. The only thing