How do I tell the story about five things I’ve learned (about life) from one so very tiny? My cell phone lit up. The call was coming in. I stepped from a meeting that had been pre-arranged to “pick my brain for ideas” . Only five days old, our little Grand Miracle had completed the…
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…
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…
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…
I answered the buzzing of my cell phone with, “Hello, this is Rachel.” The voice said, “I got your name and number from Thelma at the thrift store and she said you could help me.” “Oh really? How can I help you?” I asked. She told me her daughter was a germaphobe and a neat…
If you aren’t into blue and brassy gold for your festive centerpieces, just hang tight! I get it, I really do. I understand your angst. However, if I’m helping with a school function at our school or a graduate’s Open House, then I’m ALL about the royal blue and brassy gold. Truly y’all. Let’s hear…