When Bad Stuff Happens
It started yesterday with a Facebook post referencing 9/11. That sadly familiar sense of dread started washing over me as I ran to turn on the news. Not again. Please Lord, not again. However, it had happened again. Senseless violence and death. Innocent lives lost and maimed in the name of terror, and the unsettling realization that it could happen anytime, anywhere. I struggled with the temptation to question God on this one, as I had before; the reasons for allowing the loss of innocent lives is something my human mind and heart cannot understand. But, as always, I remembered the puzzle. I don't know about you, but when we put together a puzzle (and we do still do this on...
The Sucker Punch
We had a great weekend, enjoying being outside in beautiful weather. We have an overgrown raised garden on the property that we are working to reclaim, and Kevin was outside all yesterday afternoon, cleaning it out and tilling hard ground, adding good compost and creating a healthy bed for me to plant. He was tired when he came in, but a "good tired," and settled into the evening in the usual way. About 5:00 this morning, however, he woke up with a raging temperature, sore throat, and clogged ears, all seemingly out of nowhere. He has a very full week. Actually, we both do, with a huge fundraising dinner that we're chairing, and a visit from his work home office. There is no time...
Through Different Eyes
I graduated from an enormous high school. In 1981, we were the largest graduating class in the state of Texas, with a whopping 1565 seniors walking across the stage that year. Basically, you knew the people with whom you shared activities and classes, but it was hard to know much of anyone beyond that. Case in point: At my graduation, I only knew (or even recognized) one person in the five people on either side of me in my row. Crazy. Like any high school I suspect, we had our labeled people groups. We had our jocks, socials, nerds and freaks (our term for what others call stoners). We also had the activity labels for choir, band, drama, drill team, chess club, student council and...
The High Road
Jackie Robinson. Things I knew about him before yesterday: 1) First black baseball player in a previously all-white game 2) He and I shared the same last name for the first 19 years of my life. The End. I've never claimed to be a big sports fan. I did enjoy football from 1978-1985 because I was on drill team in high school, and because Kevin played (and looked adorable in his uniform) in high school and college, and then, of course, I cheered my kids on in various sports, but nothing really beyond that. However, I LOVE sports-related movies. Kevin and I were talking about this yesterday, as we were headed to see the newly released "42," the story of Jackie Robinson's break of the racial...
Reunited (And it feels so good!)
A few days ago, my mother sent me a text about how excited I must be to see my husband again. She said it was like that old 50's song, "Reunited, and it feels so good." I came back with how that was a 70's song by Peaches and Herb, and, after she looked it up, she came back and said that apparently she'd transposed my teenage years for hers! I know that song well, because it was the first song to which Kevin and I ever danced. It was the end of 10th grade, and he was one of four hunky football players that were joining four of us drill team girls in a fabulously choreographed (wink, wink) rendition of "Macho Man" for our spring show. At one of our rehearsals, good ol' Peaches and...