Pause For a Moment of Kindness
“I would shoot for 100% honesty, then moderate it with silence" was a comment from a male reader on the post Looking for the Liars. The definition of honesty is fairness and straightforwardness of conduct. Instead of the lie I told the pastor when he asked, "Did you sign the visitor's book?", a fair and straightforward response would have...
She's baaaaaaaaack! (you remember my woodpecker, right?)
Woodette came to mind from time to time, more in jest than because I thought she'd ever show up again. She was long gone so I figured I was in the clear. Anyway, my friend didn't seem to mind my advice and I knew she needed to hear it. In a previous post, Letting Go Is Hard to Do, I introduced Woodette. She's a woodpecker I'm certain God sent...
Night and Day (learning different lessons from cats, dogs and my kids)
Cliche-ish, I know, but Gator and Bug are as different as night and day. Gator is the cat enjoying the limelight. He likes to meet you at the door, try to escape out the door, play at the door, entertain you, then gobble down his food. Bug, on the contrary, wonders why she’s being bothered. Bug likes to hide under the bed, period. And that...
Housepitality, a small house with a big heart
My husband’s younger brother and sister host the majority of his family's gatherings like Thanksgiving and Christmas. When his older brother comes into town, he and his wife treat everyone to drinks, dinner and desserts. And us? We used to take our turn hosting, but not since we downsized from 4,000-square-feet to a space a fourth its size....
Yabba Dabba Doo (cartoon characters in the family)
Google announced today the celebration of the 50th anniversary of The Flintstones. Earlier in the week, I posted EL's famous family sayings. EL is my father-in-law. He's also known as Everett Laverne, Ever Lovin', Slim, Dad, Pop Pop and, most importantly on this occasion, a look-alike to Fred Flintstone. I couldn't resist a quick post and a...
Southern-Style Wisdom Passed Down, enjoy it like we say it
Our relationship started like most, all over each other like “white on rice.” John would pick me up in his 1966 blue and white station wagon and borrow a one-liner from his dad, “You look finer than frog hair.” We’d eat dinner, dance at a local club and usually end up parked behind his dad's service station, “playing smushy face.” John worked...
Looking for the Liars, a post about honesty and kindness
“We’re members of the Presbyterian church in Conway, but we’re visiting around. We thought it may be time to move our memberships to the beach.” “You signed one of the visitor’s book, right?” the pastor asked. “Sure did,” I said. My husband and I walked silently to our car. When we were out of earshot, I said, “Are you upset? “Why would I be...





