We took a cruise over the holidays. Our wedding anniversary is in December. So husband Dan and I booked a short, budget-agreeable getaway and hit the seas. What did we find? The sun is still shining. The breeze is still blowing. Fish are still jumping. Flowers are still blooming. God is still gracing. Life is […]
Another shooting. Yes, another. As President Obama said of the tragic Oregon shooting: “Somehow this has become routine.” So what’s next? After shootings? After bullets? After hate is aimed at others and at us because we believe? We still love. Anyway. Still help. Still serve. Still give cups of cold water to a thirsty world. That’s […]
The big Monarchs flew in from the north today. We saw two of the giant butterflies in our front yard, swooping and diving their way to a neighbor’s garden. She grows milkweed, the only plant Monarchs trust to hold their eggs and host their caterpillars–the captains of their battle for survival. And it’s a fight. […]
My daddy wouldn’t say no…
Instead, Daddy bought me a typewriter. Shiny blue plastic and my own. A Christmas surprise. Better than a Barbie. Or ice skates. Or a fancy–dance dress in red silk or black velvet. Instead, I got the plastic blue Remington. So that sealed it.
I’ll write for life, I told myself—never dreaming I’d just chosen a kind of heaven. Or a certain hell? Giving your life to something tough and crazy is, for sure, a wild and rocky journey.
So Daddy tempered it. He mixed in Jesus. Not with speeches. Not with mandates. Instead, he piled us in the Dodge and drove us to a little Denver church where Daddy sang in the choir and Mama taught Sunday school.
Then on ice-cold mornings when the boiler in the church wouldn’t crank, we’d huddle with other believers in the second-floor sanctuary wearing coats and scarves and singing “This Little Light of Mine”—clapping our hands for warmth, praying the offering was enough to fix the doggone furnace.
But every Sunday, we came back. Because, in Christ, that’s what you do. You keep going. So here I am, half past 60—with my Daddy long dead and Mama, too—but still writing. Still at it. These are my books and this is my site and these are my thoughts so far. Not done yet. You’re not either.