It was nearly a year ago now on Labor Day Weekend 2015 that we launched our son; our brave, handsome, ready-to-change-the-world arrow. On a hot Atlanta day, we hugged him

On the windswept plains, there’s a crowded gym. A basketball, it smacks, thunk, thunk, thunk on the wooden floor. A ref’s whistle blows. The buzzer sounds, and a group of

I’d prefer this to be a Wordless Wednesday, but when the Spirit stirs, I must obey… Sitting here, typing away at my stack of reports, nudge comes, and I know;

In the twilight, they’re blinkin’. Across The Three, waaaayyy back by the fence row, the fireflies are sparkin’, throwin’ light-flashes up in the dark. Behind me, Mister’s hammerin’ up a

In the middle of a busy workday, reports stacking up like planes over Atlanta, I feel compelled to stop. And to share a quick word, to break Bread of Life,

Photo Credit In the summer’s clear, bright sun, I sit. Somewhere in the pool at my feet, Little Dude is splashin’. There’s funky music in the air, and youthful shouts

“Mom,” he’d said, blue eyes troubled, “I don’t deserve Starbucks.” On a steamy Hoosier night in July, we’d traveled to another town, another place to see an old friend from

Sigh. So this mornin’, the sun was shinin’, and I was sittin’ out in my favorite spot in the whole wide world, out there on the famous BOS (Bright Orange

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger Recently, I wrote a blog post called, “When your complaining is hurtin’ your husband.”   From all over, women stopped by. Men did, too, and it seemed like many folks

Well, yes, I have. Yes, we have. And, yes, we did. Meanwhile, others of you have messaged me privately or left comments here and there that tell me you’re goin’