Paper, Plastic or Jesus?

It's Encore Week! In looking back over this blog, I decided I wanted to highlight the top posts...the posts with the most views and comments. This one was the most popular and it's also one of my favorite stories. Enjoy... Standing in the checkout line at the grocery store, my son had attracted an audience. Proudly I…

Paper, Plastic or Jesus?

It's Encore Week! In looking back over this blog, I decided I wanted to highlight the top posts...the posts with the most views and comments. This one was the most popular and it's also one of my favorite stories. Enjoy... Standing in the checkout line at the grocery store, my son had attracted an audience. Proudly I…

But It’s My Favorite Umbrella….

I never, ever have an umbrella when I need it. I mean EVER. I live in Florida where it rains nearly every day and I'm never prepared. I'm always fussing at myself for this lack of preparation, knowing that's totally against my personal code of conduct. It's an outright abomination. So, a few weeks back…

Cotillion, Cold Meds & a Goat

Riding to school with three of our four children was always eventful and this particular morning was no different. Our teenage daughter was explaining her difficulties with waking up due to the large doses of cold medicine she received from her father the night before. “You know your father should not dish out the cold…

A Black Eye From What?

I was hustling around the kitchen one night and not really listening to the steady stream of words my son was hurling my way. It's not that I was trying to ignore him. Actually, it was quite the opposite. As a finalist for Mother of the Year, I do try to actively participate in these…

I Forgot But He Didn’t

You know those days when you have everything planned out perfectly? Your list is long, but you’ve got it all thought out. You know very well this means you’re going to be multitasking most of the day but you’re skilled and adept at stirring a pot of soup with one hand and solving the world’s…

Cut the Eye Off

Growing up in South Carolina, I’m used to folks saying I talk funny. I refer to everyone as “y’all”. I use the word “slap” as an adjective as in I’m just slap wore out. I only recently learned that “fixin’” isn’t a real verb. I mash buttons and cut the grass. I tell the kids…