Eighty-two years. That’s a lifetime for some. And it’s longer than a lifetime for others. Eighty-two years ago today. Over 2,000 lives ended. That many lifetimes complete so quickly and in the same place, and short lifetimes at that. Consequently, on December 7, 1941, at a little country church in rural Missouri, the news cameContinue reading “The Day of Impact”
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The Jingle Bell-Boy
Recently, we bought a bunk bed. Son #2, previously confined to a crib, has gone hog wild with his newly found freedom. Any time he needed a bite to eat or a drink in the middle of the night, he would call for us, which wasn’t very often. Hardly ever, actually. There must be somethingContinue reading “The Jingle Bell-Boy”
The Deer, Deer, Deer!
Tonight, we stopped by the local rapid sustenance dispenser to acquire some delectable fodder. After thirty minutes of not moving, we decided to exit the line. The boys needed to be in bed. They didn’t take a nap today. After hearing Son #2 say, “Drive, Dada!” for the eleven hundredth time, and after explaining justContinue reading “The Deer, Deer, Deer!”
The Shining Lights
What do you get when children get sick, appliances quit, bills go up, and sleep doesn’t arrive? Sixteen tons of life composed entirely of trouble and sorrow. That’s what it feels like sometimes. It feels like nothing good ever happens. Too often, bad seems to overshadow the remnants of the good that brightens our world.Continue reading “The Shining Lights”
The Decorations
This year, we have chosen a retro theme for our Christmas decor. Retro, meaning nothing matches. Our Christmas tree is the goulash of trees. There isn’t a theme at all. I remember my Great Grandma Dobbs tree. She had those good Christmas lights. She’d probably had them since the 60s or 70s. They were pale,Continue reading “The Decorations”
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