At 3:00, I walked down to the normal pick-up place for the preschoolers, where I called the name of my young charge so I could get him home. I heard a little girl say, “You have a smiley face.” When I looked down, she was pointing at me. “Are you talking to me?” I asked….
On the corner of Reserve and Whitefish Stage, I took a right and passed by a pristine, sapphire-blue Mustang. I was driving my dirty, dented Mitsubishi gallant. In the few seconds that it took to pass, I evaluated my life and found myself gloating over the other driver. “My life is better than yours, Mustang…
Ummm, did I mention I was getting a complete website makeover? What do you think? I’m such a minimalist, so I’m loving all the white space. And can I brag over my daughter’s photos of me? Wish you could have seen us laughing at Lone Pine Park on a misty Saturday, with me trying to…
It didn’t used to matter to me –whether the Awana kids said the question or if I did. I figured the important part of their handbook time on Wednesdays was if they could state the truth they were learning and then recite from memory the Bible verse to support that truth. But then I considered…
It’s freezing out here. I’m sitting in my car, in front of the high school, with some time to kill before I accompany the next round of vocalists for festival practice. Cars are driving by covered in a few inches of white, and I can see the snow clouds pressing down on the mountains to…
Going old school today, with a spiral notebook and my favorite Paper Mate pen. I’ve tucked myself away in my bedroom -ceiling fan creating white noise. The page is blank, and it is Monday. Nothing written. No words yet. No scratched out lines because the first attempt didn’t sound quite right. Soon my life will…
“And why do you want to know about mutual funds?” Matt said to me, as we got ready for bed last night. “For a blog post,” I said. (I wish you could see his face sometimes.) He crawled into bed, and I went downstairs to click away on the keyboard. This is what it’s like…
“Here’s your packet of music,” she said. “I recommend that you practice using the piano soft pedal, because most of the students can’t sing that loud. Plus the pianos we use for festival aren’t all that great sounding. Also, you should practice the songs using the metronome, because it can be challenging to go from…
Her number shows up on my cell phone regularly, and her first words are apologetic. “It’s me again. Your friend who went to the store and forgot to buy a main ingredient for dinner tonight.” She’s sorry to be bothering me, but would I happen to have any cheddar cheese for tacos? Meanwhile. On my…
We finished going through the song a second time, and I asked if she had a voice teacher. When she said no, I asked if I could make a few suggestions before we ran through her solo again. “I think you need to sing these two words loud and forcefully because of what they’re saying,”…
If he had been a southern man and the mother-in-law had been a Texas girl, she would have been appalled for him to see her lying there like that –with no lipstick on and hair mussed by the pillow. But he would have been a gentleman and paid no mind to her appearance. Gently taking…
“Do you know where we are?” I asked my students. “We are in the middle of the third quarter. It is a miserable place, in which we are all worn out, and winter has lasted just a few weeks too long. Our skin is pasty white, and we are extremely vitamin D deficient. The work…
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