Two-year-old Ransom doesn't do time. Whenever I say I'm coming to see him, he expects me to walk in the door that same minute. If his family is getting ready for a day at the park, nevermind grabbing the snacks or stroller: he wants to go now. Waiting doesn't make sense to him. It doesn’t…
I kept three of my grandboys Labor Day weekend while their parents were out of town. We had constipation, leg cramps, a hard kick in an intimate place, a couple of seismic meltdowns, and at bedtime, "just one more drink" issues to boot. To top it off, first one and then another came down with…
A girls' trip for six of my besties to the beach is in the works for September, and I've been assigned the job of designing our t-shirt. I've been moody ever since: I hate making personal style choices for anybody but myself. Four artist daughters have cured me of any delusions of my own good…
Six of our grand-boys are coming here tomorrow for a day together. I've planned some games and stocked up on snacks, even gotten the (awful) "unicorn sparkle" ice cream one of them asked for. It’s been a busy summer, and I haven't had them over as much as I like, so I'm really excited to…
I was in a rush, and I didn't bother to check. I didn't look at my commentary, because I figured I already knew what it said. Since I was writing about God's words and my experience with them, I thought, well, that’s good enough. In my last post, "Feeling Foggy," I said that Paul wrote…
When my mother died, my brothers and I cleaned out her house and divided up all her stuff. There were some things nobody wanted, some things only one or two of us wanted, and some things we had to auction to the highest bidder before we scratched out one another’s eyes over them. An inheritance…
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