Thanks to a dear friend and a couple of ticket vouchers, my mother, daughter and I enjoyed a girls’ night out last night. We saw West Side Story at a community theater nearby. Truthfully? I was a little nervous about taking my 9-year-old to see a pretty mature production. We’ve never really shied away from… Continue reading has anything really changed?
For the last two years, September 11 has brought something alongside the moments of remembrance and reflection — namely, weather alerts and storm preparations. This year, as Hurricane Florence looms off the coast, dancing back and forth with an auspiciously disconcerting presence, it’s been quite easy to become consumed by weather maps and hurricane models.… Continue reading look for the helpers
On June 26, 1925 two boys were born to Harley and Sarah Gross in Jacksboro, Tennessee. I wasn’t there, but I’d imagine there was quite a bit of relief and a little trepidation surrounding their birth, since twin boys born just a year prior had not survived infancy. Numbers five and six of eight children,… Continue reading a legacy of faithfulness
“I would cite you to the Apostle Paul and his clear and wise command in Romans 13 to obey the laws of the government because God has ordained the government for his purposes,” Sessions said. “Orderly and lawful processes are good in themselves. Consistent, fair application of law is in itself a good and moral… Continue reading speaking up: #notwithoutmychild
Last night, I had the opportunity to speak to the eighth grade class at my former school during their middle school completion ceremony. It was a wonderful night of celebrating this important transition in their lives. Here is some of what I told them: I need you to trust me for just a minute. Close… Continue reading on leaving middle school: dream like a kid
“And He said, ‘Come!’ and Peter got out of the boat, and walked on the water and came toward Jesus.” – Matthew 14:29 Water-walking has never been my strongest skill set. I want to be the kind of person who wants to take courageous risks to push the boundaries and move forward, but buried deep… Continue reading water-walking: a sabbatical journey, part 3
I remember playing school in my grandmother’s garage-converted-into-playroom with an old elementary school desk and a chalkboard long before I knew what my future might hold. Moving forward through my growing-up years, I moved from wanting to be a teacher to a writer to a lawyer and back to a teacher, among other aspirations. I… Continue reading walls: a sabbatical journey, part 2