“Gramma, look! A red bird!” It was exciting for my 6 y.o. ‘Spanish’ granddaughter to see her first North Carolinian cardinal. I was happy with her, and I wanted to tell her this story.   Back a long time ago, when I was a student at MacArthur High School in Texas, each Friday morning in … Continue reading Stop, Look, and Listen →

I have a confession to make: I don’t like dogs. As a kid I loved the TV show Lassie and I read lots of library books about dogs (I still remember loving "Irish Red"), but I never had one and after living in Cochabamba for 21 years where there are more dogs than people -- … Continue reading Penny →

I love little kids. I love their smiles, their conversations, their entertaining imaginations and happy art creations. I don’t love their innate selfishness, unreasonableness, nor their sometimes meanness. This week I was volunteering at music camp. It was lots of fun, but I’m not gonna lie, I am glad it’s over.   How many years … Continue reading Ebenezer →

“Friendships are discovered, rather than made.”  Harriot Beecher Stowe wrote. Discovered. I like that thought. I've had some great ‘discoveries’ in my lifetime.   Whenever I go to Dallas, I try to see my dearheart friend J. We like to meet at Whole Foods for our snippet visits. We talk way above the speed limit, … Continue reading What a Friend →

Even though it happened many years ago, I remember it clearly. It was Christmas break my last year of college. I was in Northern Wisconsin at HoneyRock Camp. Alone in a room full of bunkbeds. Lying on a bottom bunk. Zoned out reading a book called “I Loved a Girl” by Walter Trobisch. I had … Continue reading Always Father’s Day →

Did you get to roller-skate when you were young?  Recently I was reminded of how much I loved roller-skating. When I was a girl, our big downtown Dallas church had a recreation building with a gym, a trampoline, a four lane bowling alley, and one whole floor was a food bar and a roller skating … Continue reading Joy-seeds →

I am in Dallas this week, so thankful to be here with my dear ol' dad. He no longer knows who I am, but it seems he knows that he should know me, and it makes me sad seeing his distress about forgetting. Yet he continues to be sweet, funny, and generous, and his prayers are precious. … Continue reading Foot-washing →