In big block letters, Dad wrote Matt and I a silly yet touching roses-are-red, violets-are-blue poem many Christmases ago, when we were young and had gotten ourselves in credit card debt. The poem spoke of Dad’s desire to pay off our credit card as a Christmas present. This man, who had labored hard for his…
“I think I just need to go see her,” I told Matt. “If that’s what you think you need to do,” he said. So I girded my loins with courage (dramatic language) and filled a baggy with chocolate chip cookies (modern day peace pipe). Matt dropped me off, and I went inside to give cookies…
Since becoming a certified financial coach, I have now listened to upwards of 600 hours of Ramsey and Jesse Mecham financial podcasts. Since you may think that’s nuts and don’t want to do the same, let me deliver to you the one word that I have heard the most: intentionality. Dave Ramsey would say that…
That three-year-old now treats me with disdain when I go to tuck him in for his nap, if I dare try to pick him up and lay him down on the bed. He throws me a saucy look, grabs big handfuls of the comforter and pulls with all of his might to get on the…
There’s a beautifully crafted, wooden peace pipe hanging above my father’s desk. Dad was an engineer for an oil company, and he worked with a lot of Native Americans on the oil field. It’s extremely unheard of, for a Native American to gift a peace pipe to a white man, but one fellow employee respected…
In The Incredibles, do you remember at the end when the son was in a race but had to try to control his speed? I feel like him. My brain goes fast in one direction. This past Sunday I wanted to rest, but my brain would not stop. Sometimes I wear myself out mentally planning Spanish…
Hello there, Two years now I have been writing to you without taking a break, and I feel the need for a bit of a rest. You won’t mind, will you? There is school to finish up and presents to wrap. My girl comes home from college this Saturday, and I hope to sip hot…
Three women stand in a row, each one looking pensively at what is in her hands. The first thinks short and goes at once. The second thinks short and goes at once. The third thinks long, overlong. Biting her lip, the third woman agonizes over a mental list of everything that could go wrong. Every…
Happy Father’s Day! Here is to the man who made us listen to the Sons of the Pioneers eight-track all the way from Wyoming to Mount Rushmore on one summer vacation. Love you, Daddy Chris
This is a picture of my dad, with a rubbing of his name I took from a site honoring those who served in the military from my hometown. My dad was in Vietnam when I was born, and I just enjoyed talking to him on the phone yesterday. My close friend’s dad served in Vietnam, but she never got…
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