Okay folks, this is the last post about my freshly unearthed memory-treasures from my COVID-19 clean-out-the-attic project. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die; stick a needle in my eye. Step on a crack, break my mama’s back. If I lie, spit in my eye. Sorry. Something about the memories all this childhood ...
You Are Blessed
Just a short but sweet reminder that in the midst of Christmas chaos, you, my friend, are blessed. I know, I know. Hard to remember that some days when the tower of unwrapped gifts threatens to avalanche and the grocery list is longer than your arm. Harder still when you can’t seem to take your ...
Above and Beyond
Today I’ll be driving 4 hours to a Celebration of Life. It’s in honor of a wonderful woman I had the privilege to grow up next to as a neighbor in a tight little north Florida subdivision called Green Acres. It was the kind of place where the kids rode bikes and played marbles on ...
Passing It On
The adage is so true: There are no friends like old friends. I was blessed all the way down to my toenails this week to attend a 40-year reunion of the members of the 70s youth choir in honor of our beloved longtime choir director, Bill George, who recently turned 90 years young. (Big G, as we called him as ...