For a time, my 7-year-old grandprincess wanted to be a professional fisherwoman when she grew up. When I was her age, I dreamed of being a ballerina or a grocery store cashier (both equally glamorous jobs in my estimation), but with two brothers and a dad who loved nothing better than gripping a rod in ...
Blessings for the Blesser
I heard a story this week about a man we’ll call Mark, who got stuck on the interstate in touch and go traffic. During one long interval of stagnation, he glanced at the cars around him. The older green model to his right was inhabited by two little white-haired ladies in their seventies. As the ...
Kentucky Debbie, Part 2
Hopefully you’re tuning in to this Kentucky Derby Debbie post because you read part 1 yesterday (if not, scroll back to find it before you keep reading.) The three parts are all really one continuous awesome story. So on the second day of the women’s conference, I was scheduled to speak in the morning for ...
