Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
Cleaning off the shelves in my father’s study reminded me of the things he loves to read about — history and baseball. The older I’ve grown, the more I’ve loved reading about those things as well. I’ve always loved reading about baseball. Not… Continue Reading “Graceball”
W is for Wound. Flannery O’Connor said, “Grace must wound before it can heal.” I scribbled those words in my notes during one Flannery O talk given by Dr. Ralph Wood at Laity Lodge. If I can grasp that concept, I think I’ll be… Continue Reading “Wound”
One of the most precious lessons I have learned (and am still learning) from my mother’s Alzheimer’s is not to take things personally. I have such a tendency to do that! When people say or do little things, and sometimes big things, that are… Continue Reading “My Inner Porcupine”
