22 Feet

Last night, Eli, our just turned three years old grandson, announced he was not going to wait for Mommy to pick him up from Grandmother’s house. Leaving his coat and shoes behind, he opened the front door, slipped outside and trotted home. (Yes, there is now a...

True Confession

There’s a reason my blogs do not appear in your mailbox. I don’t like to write them. Yes, there it is in black and white for all the world to see. “Wait!” I hear you say. “You’re a writer who doesn’t like to write? Makes no...

Do It Myself

The mantra of  “Do it myself” began when our daughter, Libby, was quite young. I won’t say how young as you wouldn’t believe me although it’s documented in her baby book if you need irrefutable proof. As soon as I’d wiggled shoes onto her little feet, she’d...

Memory Keepers

My beloved North Carolina has been in the news too many times these last weeks because of hurricane Florence. One article documented what people took with them when they fled their homes: pets, photo albums, letters, clothes, and jewelry. One person took their...

The Hands Off Challenge

“Hands off,” a phrase repeated by countless moms and tested by countless children.  It’s a hard lesson to learn. And when God says to us, “Hands off”, we often respond with: “I’m only trying to help.”          “But time is running...