We have a new puppy! It really is NOT my own puppy. But she lives with my son, so I will be responsible for babysitting when he is away. It all happened this way.My son said, “I am leaving after church to drive to Roanoke to pick up my new puppy.” “Oh! Really?” I asked. He did not give me much “notice” or time to talk him out of it.“Yes,” he told me, “she is the granddaughter of my male dog!…
One Christmas many years ago, our children surprised me with an unexpected gift. They told me they had a present for me but I had to wait in the living room, while they went to get it. They were giggling and acting very pleased with themselves. With much whispering and fanfare, they brought a rather unwieldy-looking tan-colored cardboard box adorned with a red ribbon on top. When I opened the large badly shaped box I was shocked. There, inside, was…
Sadness and Solace I don’t like writing about sadness. However, it is important to write about the things that we don’t want to write about. Maybe more important than anything else we write. Certainly, from a cathartic view, this is the case. Why does my body resist when I think of what makes me sad? Why not face those things? Why not try to sort out by importance and impact those things that are lurking in the shadows of my…
