Bark and Bark and Grrr

By Jodi Whisenhunt –

The toilet leaked and damaged the vinyl flooring. Handyman John showed up on Day 1 to assess the situation. Ding-ding-dong went the bell and bark-bark-grrr went my dog. So John introduced himself to Jojo. She sniffed and licked and jumped around while wagging her nubby, as if to say, “He’s safe.” Read more

Road Trip

By Jodi Whisenhunt –

My husband refuses to fly in airplanes, so our every vacation is a road trip. We drive a Quest, aptly named since it has racked up many thousand miles trekking from Texas to Canada to Florida and many states in between. When we travel, a GPS navigator announces the route, but road signs guide our journey. Read more

Backrow Baptist

By Jodi Whisenhunt –

On a hill far away stood an old country church. For decades Backrow Baptist occupied a dignified position at the rear of the aging chapel. There, he faithfully attended every Sunday morning worship. He reverently sat through weekly Wednesday prayers. He joyfully witnessed amorous marriage unions. He woefully bore grave funeral farewells. Read more

Lost in Translation

By Jodi Whisenhunt –

I say to my teenager: “Work on your biology project.”

He hears: “Muwha muwha muwha muwha muwha.” The lingo of Charlie Brown’s teacher.

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Indians, Bears, and Strange Noises—Oh My!

By Jodi Whisenhunt

My family lived in the country when I was a child, on a remote mountain in West Virginia. I don’t know the acreage—didn’t occur to me to care as a little girl—but it was forested enough for my brother to terrify me with tales of ferocious bears and rogue Indians. Yes, Indians. In the 1970s.
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