For the next two weeks, I’m taking a rest from writing and am enjoying the holidays with my family. (Isn’t it good to rest from our normal routines?) But I have pulled up a few blog posts from the archives and have enjoyed tweaking them a little. I thought this was a good one to…
It was a simple assignment. To be honest, I thought my students could use some no-brainer activity as we wound down toward the holidays. In their more academic classes, they were facing finals and end-semester projects, so I thought I could make life easier in the world of Spanish. So there were 25 Spanish sentences…
I stirred in bed, because my throat hurt. His hand reached out and rested on my shoulder. If I am restless in the night, always the weight of his hand finds me. “Rest, baby,” he says to me with a gentle touch. Strong hands. When our daughter was little, every night her daddy went into…
When I needed something but felt guilty asking for it, dad loved to pull out his wallet and let the hundreds fan in front of my eyes for a second. “Oh man, I’m almost out of money,” he would say. Then we would exchange smiles. His smile would say, “What’re you worried about, kid?” My…
It was a once-in-a-lifetime trip that had taken me a year’s worth of courage to embark on. Our 10 days of Bible teaching in Kampala, Uganda, was wrapping up, and we were finishing our time in the country with a shopping trip for souvenirs. Our hosts took us to a little market, where I did…
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…
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…
In a spirit of great generosity, Matt shared his M&M’s with me Tuesday night. This is part of what it means to love your wife the way Jesus loves the church, in case you were wondering. I was self-controlled and only shook out four candies into my hand, because I didn’t want to take advantage…
It’s pretty awesome when your sister-in-law is the dorm director, and you walk into your son’s very first dorm room ever, to discover his uncle has lined his desk with potato chips and has filled the fridge with soda. Although I was dubious about the big supply of Mountain Dew, it was really special to…
Twenty-eight hours into a 30-hour road trip –that’s when my son’s 2000 Dodge Neon lost its lights. We were five minutes north of Fort Worth, Texas when my husband decided we were going to have to find a mechanic. There was no way we could get through Fort Worth with no brake lights. Bums were…
I woke up in Wyoming, and I was one sad momma. Those men of mine were leaving Montana that morning, to meet up with me at my mom’s (where I had helped host her annual, two-day, killer garage sale.) This was the week. The week where we would be seeing our youngest in the rear…
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