Doubling Down
By now, I'm sure you've heard the latest craziness about the genderless baby at the center of the world's attention. The child's parents want to allow the baby to grow up and decide whether to be a he or a she. It's not funny and it's not material for late night comedians. It's tragic. This baby's birth certificate may hold a "u" for unknown, but
Your Part in Making Him Known
I have a faded cartoon clipping in my Bible that depicts an operating room. A female patient is seen lying on a table, surrounded by a medical team. At her side is a shocked surgeon holding up a small book by a pair of forceps. “What do you know?” he exclaims in the caption. “Mrs. Brown did have a book in her!” While it pokes gentle fun
Quit Monitoring When You Can Move
My man and I find the current Lifelock commercials both clean and entertaining, which is an increasingly rare offering from what my Papaw Stone used to call the one-eyed monster. That was Papaw’s nickname for the television back when Miss Kitty was the poorest role model on the tube. If only, right? But, I figure that’s an obscure reference for a portion of my audience,
Don’t Drop the Baton
“Stay in your lane and don’t drop the baton.” Those words echoed in my head as I prepared for my first high school track relay. Memory doesn’t serve me on why the fourth member of the relay team was missing, but I do recall the feeling of being a freshman and teaming up with three experienced seniors. And, yes, newbie here dropped the baton. Thanks
Should the authorities come calling, here’s the backstory…
My youngest grandchild, known as Weston the Wonder Boy, turned three a while back. He sleeps in a big boy bed at his own house but I’ve still been putting him down in the baby bed when he naps here. It wasn’t a conscious effort to baby him as much as one of those habitual things you do because you haven’t thought to switch gears.
Drive By Preaching
I share an ongoing group text with my husband, our two grown children, and our beloved young in-laws who married those sweet kids of ours. I’m sure y’all are involved in your own group threads. We use ours to communicate important information like who was a rock star at soccer practice, who learned to go potty, and who has a loose tooth. As of this
Sacred Cows and Misplaced Passion
I found an adorable image online while looking for a picture to illustrate my point because a picture is worth a thousand words and all of that. The image presents an adorable girl child, sporting a lightweight dress, cowboy boots, and a multi-colored hat one might wear on the beach. Only she’s standing in a wide-open field, before a huge bison with intimidating horns, and
Savoring now and storing for later
My daughter and her husband were trekking in and out of our house as they loaded up their vehicle for the day long trip back to their home in Houston. It’s always an emotional moment for your happy hostess, known as Keggie to my family and friends, and this day was no exception. Five-year-old Connor Maher, the second to last member of The Fabulous Five grands,
Take it to Jesus
One evening, during the lovely chaos of this past Christmas season, I found my firstborn grandchild sitting alone with tears running down her precious little face. When my grands cry, my heart melts. I have identified this as one of the laws of motion that Sir Newton overlooked. The poor man could only come up with three? Please. I have tons. Like, a grandchild’s body that
The Grandest Words
My oldest grandchild is very observant. I’ve learned to recognize his pensive look that means a question is coming that will be a lot deeper than, “Can I have a snack?” Such was the case as Grant and his little brother sat at my breakfast table on the last morning of their family’s Thanksgiving visit. Grant’s dark brown eyes were fixed on a piece of wall