I am methodical to an obsessive degree. I always start in the same place to clean house (which is unfortunate for the ending places that never seem to get touched.) I hang all shirts facing left on the hanger –top button buttoned. I always walk the same path around the neighborhood. My morning routine remains…
My friend is going to egg-grading class this week. We listened to her hens clucking all through the dinner we enjoyed on their back patio the other night, and then as we walked through the house later, my friend stopped and held up two eggs. We pondered how to grade those eggs, and that was…
I was cutting up chicken last night, rolling it in butter and then crushed French’s Onions –one of my favorite baked chicken recipes. As I prepared supper, the face came to my mind again. The face and name of a young man who has not bent his knees to Jesus. The state of his soul…
It’s June, but I’m working feverishly to be more prepared for next year’s Spanish classes, so I was looking up vocabulary that had to do with Thanksgiving. Made myself hungry –turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy. Doesn’t help that I’m writing this blog post at 5:12 p.m. To the vocab list I added the Spanish words for…
We thought a lot about wounds last month. A few weeks before my daughter’s wedding, my husband slipped from the bed of his truck and sliced his shin open. It was a deep cut. The doctor said it needed stitches, but because it was filled with mud from the filthy dump he didn’t want to…
Yesterday I gave two munchkins and their cousin a ride home from Vacation Bible School, because their momma had to work. First we made a dash through the rain that would.not.stop. Little legs jumping over huge lakes of water to get into the truck. I buckled them in (and maybe I miss those days a…
It’s hard to decide what to love him for the most –the fact that he planned this little getaway for us, to dangle in front of me through the grief and stress of this last season of life –or that he got up first and made coffee. He is a good man. I lay on…
We stood in a triangle in the classroom –the teacher, the parent, and the student. The parent got onto the student about the grade showing up for my class. The student reacted. And that was about the time I almost interjected my opinion to the student. Except the triangle became a square –the teacher, the…
I’ve had one goal over the last month –to help my students be prepared for their Spanish final. Clearly communicating what they need to know. Explaining the test again –and once more for the kid who says, So what will be on the test? Going over flashcards. Practicing sentences. Because their GPAs are counting on…
That preacher man made us do something glorious in church a few weeks ago, but he moved on too quickly, if you ask me. I wanted to shout out, Hold up, my love, can we just soak this in for a minute? In the middle of his sermon he said something like, Raise your hand…
It was a lovely Saturday morning, and my husband agreed emphatically that my mom and I should visit the farmer’s market where our friend’s BBQ trailer was set up. When Texans have had pork in the smoker all night, you get out your wallet. So after I executed a magnificent parallel parking job in the…
My mom came out of the guest room wearing this cute little hoody, and I found myself scoffing at the logo. I am considering creating my own clothing brand called “Life Is Hard.” Instead of delightful stick figures riding bicycles we can put a picture of my friend’s car that someone totalled last night –two…
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