Hello, bug. I’m sorry it’s been a while. Last week was rain, and it’s awful hard to pull down the drive backwards when everything is so slick. Seems the cars nowadays just shoot around that corner real quick, and I can say for sure I don’t want to be surprised again – that poor young … Continue reading
Why do I write? Well, the better question is why don’t I write? What keeps me from putting pen to paper (clickety-clacking away) when it feels like I have so much to say? I suppose the short answer is fear. Fear of what? Let’s start with the external factor(s): what will others think? What will … Continue reading
“I don’t know what to do about this.” “Sorry, what?” He looked up from his computer. “The situation with the kids? And that country song? Why can’t they just stick to lovesick crooning and runaway dogs and makin’ Momma proud?” I asked. “Uh…what seems to be the problem?” His computer was shut tight now, giving … Continue reading
She says my name like this: “JENN-i-fer!” with emphasis on the first syllable and always with an exclamation point. Every time, she is most decidedly enthusiastic that I dialed her number and invariably, regardless of the reason for the call, I smile wide into the receiver. With a seven a.m. report that my children are sick … Continue reading
March 11th. The yawn almost splits my jaw. I try to focus on the right of the porch, wincing as cold air sweeps over my bare legs, giving rise to prickly gooseflesh. Jose is late – again. As I turn, a flash of red catches my eye. What? He never delivers to the left side. With … Continue reading
This post is part of #Writing101, a course offered by Blogging U. The assignment: to write the first of several pieces about loss. You can read another piece about Grandma Jeanne, or this piece about bike riding. ——– With my two feet level on the pedals, knees straight and butt off the seat, I could cruise for … Continue reading
It’s 1991 and summertime – summer camp to be more exact. Several of my friends and I have spent a week throwing ourselves off the high dive and onto “The Blob” on the lake, playing volleyball, softball and soccer, fishing, making leather bracelets, having small group Bible studies and large feet-stompin’-hand-clappin’ praise Jesus sessions in … Continue reading
The very first time we pulled into the parking lot, it was after an overnight drive. Something about a sunrise arrival sinks into your pores and won’t let go: the way the rising sun glows pink, brightening over the pines; the vague scent of salt in the air as it travels from the coast inland; … Continue reading
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