Bob Dylan Goes Chinese
This is vintage Naomi…..8 years old.. She’s drawing peace symbols and singing Bob Dylan. I have nothing else to say. 🙂 Click, listen, and smile
Trip to Bountiful
It’s 4:38 a.m. on a Tuesday. I’m up in the early hours, my favorite time for reading, sitting with my coffee and talking all things life over with the Creator of it. I’ve decided to read through the Psalms. I heard David, the author of them, once described as bi polar because of his intense …
Sweaty on the Street
Downtown yesterday, in Cincinnati, was muggy, humid. The sun was unexpectedly warmer than it felt at home in my yard. Two of my kids, a man cub and a girl in waiting to be a lady, walked over to the parking meter to print out a receipt to put in the windshield while I lagged …
Lunchroom Tears
I used my very own personal key fob this evening, the only key fob I’ve ever possessed, and let myself and my girl quiet into the silent school building we’ll be calling home in ten days. We walked the halls and I whispered prayers for the kids and their families. I smiled to see the …
The Interim Between Taking Steps
For years I was a stay at home mama, all in up to the part in my hair. I loved the swirl of activity always around me. I thrived in spontaneous hide and seek with my kids in the yard, the read alouds every single night while my girls “styled” my hair. I even relished …