I grew up in central Wyoming, but my aunt and uncle lived in downtown Denver. A few times a year we would make the six-hour drive to visit them, and it felt like a real-life story of country mouse goes to visit city mouse. Three things were always the same on our trips: Dad yelling…
I remember one night when my dad and brother were gone, and mom and I wanted to set the VCR to record a TV show. I can imagine my children shaking their heads at that archaic technology, but at the time it was super cool that we could do such a thing. So we got…
I know, you’ve been asking yourself, “How are those two empty nesters managing now that their baby is off to college?” You wonder what we do to fill our days. Well, during Saturday morning waffles we practiced the selfie faces we’ll make when we go to get our Christmas tree next month. And no, I…
I’m going lay it out plain. I was home after work, house to myself, in cozy slippers, with episode nine of When Calls The Heart waiting for me. The clock struck six, and I knew I had to leave for Awana in 15 minutes. But I was so comfortable. So I waited until 6:17 and…
It has to do with cheeseburgers, so you know this is going to be a happy story. There’s a small church in Libby, Montana that has been without a pastor since April, so that man of mine is giving them a five-week run of preaching on Sundays, to give them a boost. We do Saturday…
I told my friend I was going to a football game the other night. She’s Miss Sports, so she joked that maybe I was turning over a new leaf of athleticism. “No,” I said. “Because I seriously considered asking Matt if he would mind if I took my Kindle to the game.” I read books,…
I was sitting in the center of the long room, at one of the fancy new electric typewriters. It was a timed typing test, in my first semester of typing class. She said go, and I could not keep up. In one of my finest moments, I ripped the paper out of the machine, crumpled…
As I’m writing this, I don’t feel good. Maybe a sore throat? I don’t know. Catching a cold or just tired? Can’t tell yet. Don’t teachers usually catch a cold in September? All those sniffly kids. In medical terminology, they call it malaise –a general feeling of discomfort, sickness, or uneasiness that you can’t quite…
“Do you think one coat of paint is going to cover this primer?” he asked a few days ago. In his right hand was a paintbrush. In his left hand was a bucket of white. “I don’t know. Red over white?” I said. Well, it wasn’t officially red. It was Sherwin Williams’ “carriage door” for…
You know me, right? So if I tell you that my high school students had a two-day retreat last week and that they needed me to be a team captain, you’ll respond appropriately. I can see that grimace on your face. A look of sympathy maybe? (For my team. For me. For both.) Come with…
He’s four. On the way home from his third day of preschool, he told me only two of the girls in his class like him and the rest don’t. “Oh, I bet they like you,” I say. “No, they don’t. They told me,” he said. I mentally apologized to him, on behalf of womankind. “I…
It’s sheer panic on their faces, when I tell them they’re going to learn over 700 Spanish sentences during the year. “I cannot do that,” they say to me with their eyes. Can’t blame them, can you? But what they don’t know is how much sleep I’ve lost thinking about how to help them succeed….
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