Sands of time…
A memoir: I am at Caspersen Beach, watching three of my five children play with my sister’s three children. My … Continue reading Sands of time…
Category: love
True trophies…
Cleaning out the garage, I came across a box of my old trophies, medallions, and ribbons, once received with such … Continue reading True trophies…
Bane or blessing?
I’ve had a hard time writing lately–or at least a hard time self-publishing. I miss my newspaper colleagues and their feedback. … Continue reading Bane or blessing?
Cheers!
I envy my seniors. Their class of seventeen is the largest our school has graduated–ever–and while its size has been … Continue reading Cheers!
Out of (my) control…
I was getting the batting line-up from our head coach just before our final game of the season, when I … Continue reading Out of (my) control…
The bright side…
The question, “To win or not to win,” has been answered. The boys varsity baseball team aimed to win–but it … Continue reading The bright side…
To win or not to win…
As my son’s varsity baseball team enters this week of tournament games, all of us are aware that a loss … Continue reading To win or not to win…
Hero worship…
My son proudly told me what is in his bio, which I will officially read when I attend the school … Continue reading Hero worship…
When We Finally Met Face to Face, It Was a Little Piece of Heaven
She was someone I’d gotten to know in my online classes. We finally met in person, and it reminded me how much we can look forward to seeing God one day. Continue reading When We Finally Met Face to Face, It Was a Little Piece of Heaven
Is Honesty or Timely Honesty the Best Policy?
Sometimes truth doesn’t need to be spoken in the moment. Maybe it needs to be spoken after the moment — and my anger or frustration — has passed. Continue reading Is Honesty or Timely Honesty the Best Policy?
Competitive nature…
My first thought? “Lalla, you’re killing me!” Two weeks of being sick, preceded by my daughter’s wedding, had left me … Continue reading Competitive nature…
The call of duty…
Each time I return to the kitchen, I find more messes, or a full dishwasher that requires emptying, and always work, work, work. Continue reading The call of duty…
All Things Work Together 
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