When you move to a new place…please say hello. I’ll admit: I’ve enjoyed a pass on this one. For each of my past four moves I’ve had hundreds of people waiting at my destination to say hello to me. Granted, most of those hundreds of people cared to do little more than say hello. Not everyone at each of the… Read More
It’s funny how the little things matter so much more when you can no longer lay your hands on them. Mayonnaise was mayonnaise to me until I looked with dismay at the grocery display and found no Hellman’s. Of course, when I finally got my breathing back to normal and the room stopped spinning, I noticed that the Best mayonnaise… Read More
Know That Things Will Change; God Will Not With breathless enthusiasm my daughter recounted her experience of swinging through the air. She’s a camp counselor at Cannon Beach Christian Conference Center again this year, but she’s working with older kids. Since she worked with preschoolers last year she never had the opportunity to “fly through the air” on the giant… Read More
We had spent well over a hundred dollars on sequins and tulle sewn onto a tiny little leotard. Sure, we’d be taking the purple, frothy costume with us when we moved, but Abby would miss the recital for which we’d purchased the get-up. This little Rockin’ Robin wouldn’t be rockin’ with all the other little robins that she had finally… Read More
I’m not moving. Whew! That’s a relief. But I have moved. And I both loved and hated every move. Moving is hard. I moved from my parents’ home to a college dorm. I moved again from my parents’ home…to a sweet little apartment shared with my new husband…900 miles away from my parents! I moved from an apartment to a… Read More
“No one ever invites me to do anything.” I lay in bed last night and said those words to my husband. For probably the 127th time in our marriage. Bless his heart. He takes me seriously every time I pour out that lament, even though he surely knows it isn’t true. People do invite me to do things. I’m having… Read More