While on our trip to the East Coast, we witnessed an unexpected outburst by an old woman. I'll give you all the details in another post, but for now, here's an old post that came to mind while I was mulling it all over. Dave officiated at a memorial yesterday for a woman from our church. Patsy was 71, a hard-worker, the possessor of a great sense of humor, and a clutch-you-tight, squeeze-your-bones hugger. I miss her. Sundays will be odd without her. Later, we headed to Costco to pick up a ... continue reading...
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Fair-Worthy Corn Dogs
I was watching Paula Deen a few weeks ago (I adore her to pieces, btw. When, o when is she going to invite me over for coffee?) when she announced that she was going to show us how to make "Co-wern Dahgs." I almost didn't have time to ponder her impressive and delightful ability to pull a second syllable out of a one-syllable word, because my thoughts instantly went to the Fair. Am I the only person who attends the Fair primarily to eat corn dogs? When I was younger, I ate a minimum of two every ... continue reading...
An Absence the Size of You
"How could I ever prepare for an absence the size of you?" ~ poet unknown Some losses are, to borrow a phrase from my grandfather, "no bigger than a minute." These small absences are insignificant in the scheme of things, and easy to measure. You work your tongue up into the gap in your mouth and probe the space your tooth once occupied. You plunge your hand into the pocket where your wallet should be. In those "no bigger than a minute" cases, the loss is really no larger than the space it ... continue reading...
Pecan Tassies
A long time ago -- long before I'd begun acquiring my people -- I acquired this fancy little gadget, which my friend ordered from a man in Philadelphia who was handy at carving fancy little gadgets. I think she ordered one for me so I would stop badgering her into baking me batches and batches of my at-the-time most favorite dessert: Pecan Tassies. Lois looked relieved when she shoved her gift across the table toward me. "And here's the recipe," she added. Despite the period at the end of her ... continue reading...
Hungry
In those early days, when I came to the realization that the God of Sunday actually lived and breathed and beckoned for me all the other days of the week as well, and I fell into those warm arms and whispered, "Not just my Savior, but now my Lord," I reached for His love letter and began to read. I read as though the pages were bread, and I, a starving woman. I read before I left my bed each morning -- grateful that the sun had roused me from sleep (which I counted to be wasted hours) and ... continue reading...
Family
Katie is six. Her hair is white-blonde, and she's missing four front teeth. I barely know the child; after all, I've only been in the house three minutes, and this is only the second time I've seen my cousin's daughter. But I know already that I'm about to be delighted. "Let me show you my Christmas gifts," Katie says. "First, I got this great Snoopy shirt," she says, holding out the hem of her dog-adorned shirt to help me get a better look. "And this Dora-the-Explorer doll ... and this ... continue reading...