Hallowed or Hollowed?
We arrived at our ladies’ Bible study at the same moment and, as good Christians do, fought over who would let the other go ahead into the room.
“No, you first.”
“No, you.”
“I insist.”
“Well, thank you.”
“Love your new tote bag.”
“Thanks. I had to get a new one. Carrying both my study guide and my Bible every week split the bottom seam on my old tote,” I told her as we both headed for the most comfortable chair and mutely decided neither of us would take it.
Eating Worms
It’s a given that moms have eyes in the back of their head. Do they have ears in front? On top? What we overhear is critical to our children’s safety sometimes, though it may threaten a mom’s adrenalin overload.
Waiting Is My Favorite Thing
When the movie “Bucket List” hit the theaters, it created a groundswell of people who jotted down their own bucket lists of things they’d want to do before they kick the bucket. No rules. No money or time restrictions.
Fairy Spa Frog
My white knight gifted me with a half-day at the spa for our 26th wedding anniversary. Yesterday was my day to ride in the white horseless carriage (AKA 2002 minivan) to the midday delight.
Fit to Be Tied
A few weeks ago, while making dinner, I called Crislynn (my nine-year-old) to come set the table. Davis (her seven-year-old brother) came with her and said, “Can I help her, Mom?” They had their arms around each other. I about passed out! Together? They wanted to do something together? And they were touching each other without shoving! They’d been at each other (about to drive me nuts) for weeks now. In disbelief, I told them it was fine with me. Then I noticed that they were walking funny. When I looked around the cabinet, I saw it—they were tied together.
