When daisies stop you in your tracks… well just stop! The wind had just enough of a brisk breeze to flip my brown curls around and tickle my face and make the daisies dance a one-footed line dance, rooted deep on the hard soil dance floor of the flower bed. As I rushed past my…
In Arkansas we call them “lightnin’ buuugs” . Here in Indiana, I’ve heard them called lightnin’ bugs AND fireflies. So honestly, it kinda depends on who I’m talking to, as to which term I use… …you know…kinda like dinner or supper. (It’s supper y’all. Just sayin’) It’s always so fun when the kiddos want to…
It seems like we are in a never ending cycle of school around here. Are the lazy days of summer a figment of my imagination? The “actual” school year ended on May 31, but summer classes picked right back up on June 3, with classes and marching band practice and requirements for Calculus class…(my daughter…
Have you ever gone hiking, you know, the really rugged kind of hiking? The kind of hiking where you hiked past water fountains…or sat on the terrace steps, mesmerized as the misty spray danced before your eyes? And have you shrugged your shoulders and grinned back from ear to ear at the ones hiking behind…
I was asked to write an acknowledgement to be read at a ceremony honoring a lady who has become a naturalized citizen of the USA. The ceremony took place in another state and I was not privileged to attend, however it was my pleasure to assist in honoring her for this accomplishment. Whether you are an American by birth…
It’s summer time and I can’t help but let my mind wonder to the year that we spent three glorious days in the beautiful Ozark mountains of Branson, Missouri. Part of that time was spent riding roller coasters. But I’ve decided that a bicycle might be more my speed. When I first step onto a roller coaster the…
“Don’t judge my actions when you don’t know the options I had to choose from. “ After reading this quote a few weeks ago I’ve thought about it about it a lot. I don’t know who to credit because I don’t remember where I read it. But wow! I realized that we need to stop…
There I was running with skinned knees. Sweat dripped from my forehead making my brown unruly curls a tangled mess. My little royal blue and white pleated skirt flapped as I ran, chasing the Homecoming Float filled with the school’s most adorable and charming cheerleaders. I just needed on the float with the cheerleaders, but…
Today at the park. Philip and I walked to the pond to look at the geese. Actually, we went to see if they were black swans…but they weren’t. And I felt a little disappointed. But first, think about this. We didn’t get to choose who our parents are or even that we would be born….
Remember when she and you sat up till 2 in the morning talking about boys? You talked about the nicest boy at school. And the cutest, the cutest boy…the nicest and cutest might have been the same boy… And you’d laugh and giggle and stretch your palm and your middle finger would touch your nose…