Maybe it’s because I just got over a kick-you-in-your-behind illness, or maybe it’s because I’m officially a woman of a certain age, but I think about things like what people will say about me at my memorial service. (FYI, I’ve asked that Alison Krauss’ “Everyone Wants to Go to Heaven (But Nobody Wants to Die)” be played at my funeral. If (more…)
Heavenly Minded and of No Earthly Good
Nearly two weeks ago, my youngest son came home sick after serving as staff at a weeklong church camp. When his fever crept up into unnatural numbers, the doctor confirmed the unpleasant reality: the flu, a summertime strain for which we hadn’t been inoculated.
“You’ll come down with seven deadly diseases,” my oldest son prophesied as he looked at me almost accusingly.
“Gee, (more…)
Don’t Be a Drama Mama
As a child, I spend several years attending weekend theater classes at a place then known as Lakewood Little Theater in suburban Cleveland. I’ve always had a flair for the dramatic: I love to tell stories (mostly with my hands), I love to sing, and I love to get a reaction from people.
That’s mostly my stage persona, as all performers are (more…)
Salt and Pepper
Our family has had a dog (note the singular article) since our youngest child was a baby. That baby is all grown up now, so having a dog is pretty much built into our DNA at this point.
But for some reason last fall, I got it into my head that if having one dog was so great, having two dogs (more…)
Don’t Uncage Your Angry Birds
I don’t know about you, but it takes a while for me to get angry. But like most people, I have buttons that certain people know how to push and that other people – unfortunately for them – stumble upon. Once I get mad, good and mad, it takes me a while to dial down out of my I’m-hurting-you-a-million-ways-in-my-head mindset.
My mind (more…)