On Sunday, my nephew Zach left for the Marines. Zach is my baby sister’s only son, and as many young men his age are heading off to college, Zach is leaving home to learn how to fight… and win. He is willingly putting himself in harm’s way to protect you and me from dangerous and fanatically wicked people.
While we are so proud of Zach and his desire to be one of the few and the proud, we are also highly aware of the dangerous read more here
It was mid-morning on July 28, 1979; I was getting married in a little while and no one knew where dad was! I wasn’t worried, I knew he’d show up on time. It was very much like him to just take off and roam about, but he was always there when he was supposed to be.
Brian, my soon-to-be-husband wasn’t as continue reading here
We have been with our grandsons most of the last two weeks and we had to be so careful when the TV was on because we didn’t want them to see, or hear, the news from France, Baton Rouge, or Dallas. We wanted to shield them from the bad things in the world and only give them what is good.
However, the boys’ idea of good and our idea of good wasn’t always the same. Keeping bedtime consistent and eating veggies were our ideas of good for our grandsons. The boys keep reading here
Watching the news the last few days causes me to wonder if justice is dead. We all want justice to prevail, but can it in the midst of a polarizing political season, deeply opposing gun issues, growing tension over racial differences and escalating civil violence?
Do we really want continue reading here
As most of you know, my husband is the 1998 Illinois State Cherry Pit Spitting Champion. However, it appears the mantle is passing to the next generation.
Last week our grandson, Matthew, was having fun eating cherries and when I told him that Cherry Pit Spitting is a very real competition, he got right find more here
Marcia Furrow 