Even On the Hard Days

This is one of those Thanksgivings when things didn’t go according to Hallmark at our house. Or Norman Rockwell, if you are from that era. We’ve had other years when the holiday season was interrupted by illness, of course. I remember the year my dad had...

How Parker Answered Prayer

I had approximately thirty minutes Tuesday evening to lock the office, get the mail, give the dog a run plusĀ some food and water, and then dreamĀ up something for supper. That would leave ten minutes to inhale the food before my evening appointment. As I made the short...

Let Us Have Cake

It’s my birthday week. Wahoooo! And, here is a little family secret. I don’t know how old I am. I mean, I could figure it out. I know what year I was born. And I know how to use the calculator app on my iphone. I have a general idea of my age, of course. I...

Do You Hear What I Hear?

I think I hear Maureen McGovern singing. If you didn’t live through the seventies, just Google that and watch her croon, “There’s Got to be a Morning After, if we can hold on through the night.” Poor grammar aside, the song spoke to us. It was...