When I was a little girl, I lived in the south from the ages of 7 to 10. Oklahoma first, and then Arkansas, to be specific. We moved there when my mother remarried, and it took a whole twelve minutes for my younger sister and I to acclimate ourselves and adopt our delightful new accent. "Gram-mawww!" we'd say whenever our mother's mother called from Washington state to hear our voices. We'd press in close and talk over each other in our frenzy to spill the latest news. "We miss yew! Daddy kilt ... continue reading...
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On Trash and Treasures … and Starting Over
On Thursdays, we turn into an old married couple. Although no pastor I know ever actually takes an entire day off, Dave tries to stay away from his office on Thursdays, and he likes to pretend (though I know differently) that he's not thinking about church and the people it contains. We begin the day with a cup of coffee -- same as every other morning -- but this cup is sipped leisurely. Sighs of satisfaction usually occur at some point. I wait as long as I can. Eventually, when I can't stand ... continue reading...
Step By Step
I'm off to teach a women's retreat this weekend. Here's a post from a few years ago ... Sometimes, when he accepts that second piece of pie or another not-needed cinnamon roll, he does so only to satisfy me. And when he gives in to my urging and accepts a handful of vitamins and a glass of water, he does it to nourish me. So when he stepped back in the house before our walk today, and put on the coat he felt he didn't need, I know he did it to warm me. "It's so cold!" I'd said. "Look at the way ... continue reading...
Welcome Back Cookies
I'll be honest ... these are the M & Ms left over after I removed all the green ones to make St. Patrick's Day cookies. Sure, most people would simply toss the rest of the bag once it had been ruined like that. But I thought, Why add another pile of chocolate to an already teetering landfill? So I took pity on those remaining blue, pink, purple and yellow M & Ms and made a second batch as a sort of "welcome back!" to spring. That's just how green I am. Shannon's "Together We Can Save ... continue reading...
How To Cut An Onion
I kind of think you should approach an onion the way you would a skunk, should you decide you need to pet one: get in, and get out ... because the longer you linger, the worse the experience is going to get. Maybe in another post I'll tell you how to pet a skunk ... Now, you might be thinking, "I've been cutting onions all my life. Who does she think she is?" or something not quite so nice. But this really and truly is the best way to cut an onion. That's because until you learn to do this, ... continue reading...
This Week … And That Egg Timer
Can I just say I am very glad this week has finally ended? Because I am. You know how you look ahead and envision all sorts of things for yourself in a coming week, and then none of that materializes? That was me. Dave has been in Haiti on a missions trip since last Friday, and his parting instructions to me were, "Go to a hotel." Nice, huh? And it could have worked. Tera was heading out to stay a few days with my cousin on her horse ranch, and I was free to pick a hotel and spend two or three ... continue reading...