You know that lady at Costco who has the clicker in her hand as you come in? Counting people. Wednesday was like that for me. One click for a voicemail to our daughter. One click for a question to the school secretary. Two clicks for greeting the lunch ladies. One click for a message to…
I caught a few lines of a song the other day (although I didn’t realize how raunchy and godless it was until I investigated it further, so yeah -not sharing it with you.) But it caught my attention because the artist sang a question and then an answer, repeating this over and over. It made…
On Friday night, my mother-in-law kindly picked me up and took me to the airport, where I flew out on a great weekend adventure to visit my writer friend, Lisa Jacobson, for her ___th birthday. (Not sure she would appreciate me inserting the number there.) But I have to tell you that ever since my…
I got an email from a friend the other day, and it took me back to my younger years when my folks would leave me with a list of chores to do before they got home. A few hours later I would hear the garage door go up and would instantly panic. Because of course…
Observe the battle: My brother and I on one end of the field. My sister-in-law and her daughter on the other. Dispute: When best to eat a pear. My sister-in-law and her daughter want an apple-like experience when they bite into a pear, and they will only eat the fruit if it offers a solid…
When generous people made a California trip possible for our family several years ago, we did the Disneyland thing and the outlet mall shopping trip and the sand-n-sea excursion. We also visited a mega-church one Sunday morning. When it came to extra time and choices of activities that weekend, I suggested we visit one…
I cried on our drive to Libby yesterday, telling Matt how I can’t stop thinking about the 8000 Syrian refugees who have been landing on the shores of Greece every day for the last month. I keep picturing one family I read about, as they threw their last possessions (money and passports) overboard, to keep…
I was fascinated by Helen Keller when I was younger and even made an attempt to learn sign language after hearing her story. Can you picture the scene when Helen, after her years in complete silence, finally understands the meaning of the letters her teacher is making in her hand? That’s how I felt after…
Yesterday I pulled out a manila file labeled “colors.” That’s the theme of the week in my Spanish class, so I have plans to bring colors to my students through various mediums. Skittles are on the docket, because if a student tastes the rainbow, he might be more motivated to remember its colors. I also…
It’s this horrible intersection close to our house, where a gas station entry is way too close to the light, so you’ve got cars sitting at the light and other cars coming and trying to enter the gas station. Messy business. On Friday, I was sitting at the light waiting for it to turn green….
It was my very first summer to mow the lawn, about a decade ago. When I was growing up that was a boy job, so I had never even been asked to mow. But the grass was kicking up Matt’s allergies and asthma so bad that I suggested I give it a go. Come to…
My girl was home for the weekend, and her husband was quite generous to share her. So we climbed in the car, where I proceeded to talk her ear off. It’s our working arrangement that I talk and she listen with enthusiasm. We headed to Wal-Mart, which is 10 times more fun if your daughter…
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