It used to bother me that hardly a Christmas or an Easter, a Fourth of July or a Labor Day could pass without my parents inviting people over for a meal. Widows. Vicars. College students. If you were going to be alone on a holiday {or pretty much any day}, Mom and Dad would find you, hug you and tell you what time the turkey would be ready.
Whether you liked turkey or not. Continue reading “True Visible Beauty”
A few nights ago, I taught my husband the importance of the thumb in maintaining control in a household.
This, of course, is knowledge passed on to me by my father who learned it from . . . well, I think he came up with it himself. Continue reading “sit up!”
My mom excelled at a lot of things. Coming up with Halloween costumes for her third child was not one of them. Maybe that’s why, the year I was officially too old to be trick-or-treating and with a cold that left my head plugged from my nostrils to the back of my skull, she clapped an orange wig on my head, dropped me off on … Continue reading 5.75 reasons it’s good to be a Lutheran on Reformation Day
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