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
What change is on your horizon? How are you preparing for it? Are you dreading it? Anticipating it? Are you Excited? Anxious? Fearful? Is there a key to coping with change; a way to embrace it, or to make the move from the way things were to the way things are, or will be, a little easier?
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Marcia Furrow 