It's one of those busy days in the shop. I have lots to do and just when I get focused something draws me away. A phone call here, a request for help there, an email to send, facebook posts to make. My to do list is all over the board, and so am I. That's… Continue reading Giving Thanks for Who I Am
It was an ordinary Sunday morning in the Spring of 2012. I was moving through the commons area of our church when he flagged me down. “Get some paper and pen,” he said. No need to argue with him. He had that I’m-up-to-something twinkle in his eye. We sat and he wrote. Little did I… Continue reading A Recipe’s Story
As the conversation about faith and parenting comes to a close my sweet friend says, “On my best day, I’m a mediocre parent.” A matter of fact statement said with love and acceptance I can’t quite fathom. Mediocre. I loath the word. Because I’m the oldest child of two, driven from the time I can… Continue reading At my best, dare I say it… I’m mediocre.
She slips her hands into the pockets with a grin. “I wish I could wear it around for a while. I love it!” In a flash, I’m transported back. ... to the moment I thought the same thing about my own dress. ... to the time she was three, and the dress test included a twirl… Continue reading This Side of the Dress
Texas heat cannot be understood through words or description. For full effect it must be experienced. If you’ve ever lived here, you know where I’m coming from. If you haven’t, there are not enough synonyms for the hellish hot of a Texas heat wave in August. Imagine my dismay when I walked into the house,… Continue reading What I learned when the air conditioning died…
When I told her I went from holding the tiny humming bird a few weeks ago to holding a snake today, she told me I needed meds. I laughed at my lifelong friend's words, "Your farming thing is getting out of hand!" It began in the chicken coop when I glanced down and saw an… Continue reading Holding Fear
She sent the picture and I sigh, "I remember when he was the little one." I smile when I think of his first word. Not mama or dada but "BALL!" I can still smell his play outside all day self and see him launch the golf ball into the pasture for the dog to retrieve.… Continue reading Unlikely Pair