My favorite 15-year-old niece left on her first senior high mission trip yesterday. She and a group of forty-ish students and adult leaders boarded the old blue school bus (and other support vehicles) en route to Henryville, Indiana, to assist with disaster relief following the recent devastation left by a tornado. She watched Connor earlier in the week and we talked about her upcoming trip. Continue reading
Tag Archives: memories
brothers
I was blessed with one sister. Actually, I think if you think in terms of birth order, she was blessed with me. Right? I’m kidding.
Anyway, I always wanted a brother. But even though ‘advanced maternal age’ wasn’t really discussed in the 80’s, I’m pretty sure my mom had already decided she was done after I was born. Continue reading
the graduate
How in the great wide world did this happen? My baby boy, I swear born just yesterday, graduated from kindergarten today. As per his requirement request, I found him a balloon … one balloon because he is “going into the first grade.” And, as my luck would have it, the exit I needed to take was closed today so as any mother (who was trying to make her child happy) would do, I used the “Authorized Vehicles Only” turn-around to get off on the next closest exit. I’m pretty sure I would have been considered “Authorized” today, right? Continue reading
a froggy chorus
Connor and I were wandering the other night and happened upon the frogs that have been singing to us as of late. It would seem that the pond outside our windows is home to what could be the largest frog population … in the world. Continue reading
that favorite pastime
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I grew up watching baseball. Well, mostly I grew up watching Mickey Tettleton (catcher and ball-crusher for the Tigers) but, I really, really liked the game, too. I promise.

courtesy: the daily fungo
showers of love
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Today included a special celebration for a very special cousin of mine. Tiffany Jean Brott will become Tiffany Jean MacIntosh (I hope I got that right!) in just over a month. By the way, we attempted to talk her into hyphenating to keep the Brott name … she politely declined. Continue reading