My friend Roy died of cancer when I was 14. He was 16. There was a funeral at the United Methodist Church and all of us teens who were in the youth group with him sat together and cried in varying degrees, dealing with wretched emotions as our young years both allowed and forced us … Continue reading The Death of Roy
In the quest for the shortest blog post ever, this one will most likely qualify. First, let me show you a photo of the first page of my planning notebook where I copied these verses about six months ago. It was a dark time, friends. Not a time without hope. But pretty cloudy. Today I … Continue reading We Shout Out Hooray
Her name was Betty Ruth Flynt but I called her Barf. You can't buy good friends like that--ones who will lovingly call you, "Barf." I figured since I was not allowed to utter the middle name "Ruth," that "Barf" was the next best choice as her initials were just asking for it. Junior High. What … Continue reading A Thousand Little Dots
Several years ago, before COVID temporarily wrecked summer camp for kids, I was the Snack Shack Lady at junior camp in the woods of western Oregon. In case you've never been in contention for that job, it is a highly coveted position, especially if your husband is the camp R.N. and you get to sleep … Continue reading What Makes Them Tropical?
The 10-year old computer has gone belly up. I am plunking this out on my phone in the app which I do not trust as far as I can throw it. And so, dear brethren, we temporarily suspend operations until a new computer drops out of the sky. There are still some pretty fun posts … Continue reading Belly Up
If I can't give anything else to my children at the end of my life because I've spent it all on puppies, plants for the yard, and train trips to baseball games, what I can give them is a love story. It's the only one I've ever truly known so I can't say whether it's … Continue reading Valentine
Don't laugh. I'd never be able to save your life by driving you to the hospital if all you had available for us was a manual transmission car because I can't drive a stick. So if you're feeling on the verge of a major health crisis and have me on your guest list for a … Continue reading Shifting Gears