What Day is Today?
Recently, I forgot what day it was. No, I don’t mean the day of the month. I actually forgot that it was Sunday. I thought it was Saturday—again. So I decided to let my son, Jay, sleep in a bit, being as we had no plans for the day. You would think something would kick in and…
Read More >My Birthday Blessing
August is my birthday month. I won’t say how many years I’ve climbed up that age ladder, but suffice to say there won’t be candles on my cake since I refuse to buy multiple boxes of them. However, that won’t curb my celebration. In fact, I have more than my birthday to celebrate this month. My…
Read More >Pray for Recovery
I can’t tell you how thankful I am for your prayers for my son Jay. On June 7th he underwent an extensive five-hour dental surgery. Knowing my apprehension and Jay’s lack of articulation, the anesthesiologist invited me to grab some scrubs and accompany Jay to the operating room. It was a gift to me, and…
Read More >He Called Me “Daughter”��
My father-in-law often called me “Daughter.” I never asked why, I simply assumed he thought of me as such. Having only one child—my husband—I prefer to think he loved me because of my love for his son. When my brand new husband was overseas in the U.S. Army, Carl’s dad took care of any car problems I…
Read More >I Love Spring
For those who read last month’s column concerning Jay’s surgery, it was rescheduled for May instead of April, so at the time of this writing I have no news. I thank you for continued prayers for a safe procedure and miraculous recovery, and for the sweet notes I have already received. I treasure your kind words…
Read More >Please Pray for Jay
My column this month is not my norm. It concerns the health of my son, Jay, who has Down syndrome, a communication disorder, and severe heart disease. Doctors never gave us hope of seeing this child live into adolescence, yet here he is turning 43 years old on April 7th. I call it a miracle. Jay…
Read More >Letter To My Son
Dearest Aaron, This month, on your St. Patrick’s Day birthday, I wish I could explain just how much I love you. Impossible, as any parent knows. The only way you can relate is your love for your own children. Know that I love you just as much. Even with a half-century gone by, I love…
Read More >Mayberry, USA
Sometimes I want to live in Mayberry, USA, where nothing really bad happens. Where the only lawmen are a kind sheriff and a crazy deputy who seldom have anything to do because the townspeople always keep the peace. I want to attend that little church where the ladies are excited to perform in new choir robes…
Read More >Always Keep In Touch
A few years ago an old college friend contacted me through our alumni site. Ellen and I had lived and worked in the same dorm at NSU in Tahlequah. We attended the Baptist Student Union and even took self-defense classes together. It was great to hear from her. Of course, we became Facebook friends, showing off…
Read More >Memories of the Heart
With Christmas approaching, my heart stirs up precious, old memories. Simple things that never made their way onto the pages of my writing. Little things, like my daddy making white divinity at Christmas. No, he was not the cook in our home, and I have no idea how that came to be. I only know…
Read More >Broken!
Broken! I love trees, especially with fall colors, and have more than two-dozen gracing my yard. But if I had to choose a favorite, it would probably be the weeping willow. In our first home, my late husband, Carl and I had a beautiful willow. In the winter, its ice-adorned branches resembled a giant chandelier….
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