It was less than ten days until Christmas. My eyes struggled to open from the weight of my weariness—not only in my body, but in my heart. I tried to decipher if my reality was a dream before my feet hit the floor. This was really happening. The trouble with time (according to an old haiku my mom wrote and likes to brag about) is that it waits for no man. So when you stand at a grave site in…
My sweet husband works hard. He does not rest. He is persistent and ambitious and selfless in ways that make me wonder if somehow, I married a super human. He takes no time for hobbies, except… Clash of Clans. After YEARS of his loyalty to building his… (clan, kingdom, tribe?) whatever it’s called… I have learned to recognize the signs. Phone turned sideways, half-distracted nods, and the hurry to attack within the allotted time frame. It is his one and…
I am a momma to three boys. I remember once I was grocery shopping with the three of them (pre-grocery pickup era—and all God’s mommas said, “Hallelujah!”). An older gentleman saw us and asked, “Are they all yours?” From the tone of his voice, you’d have sworn I had 15 of them. I was indignant, offended, and slighted. But like any good Southern lady, I flashed him my kindest, most polite smile and said, “Yes sir, they sure are. They…