Remember how you feel when you visit someone whose house smells like your grandmother’s house smelled? Or you see those crocheted doilies and immediately you’re back in your childhood? That’s kind of the way I felt on Sunday. We were traveling through Quechee, Vermont, watching for a church to stop at. We knew Churches of … [Read more…]
Life with Steve Boyd is always interesting, so I decided to share a couple of examples. Today we unexpectedly had a chance to eat out after church, so we went back to Veracruz, an excellent, relatively new, Mexican restaurant in Price Hill of Cincinnati. A Hispanic family came in soon after us, verifying to us … [Read more…]
As you know, if you’ve been reading my blog very long, I have no theme. I don’t stick to writing about words and nature, as does my friend Kenda Turner. I don’t write about travel, as does my daughter-in-law, Gina Boyd. I don’t have the deep spiritual insights of my friend Connie Huddleston. I don’t … [Read more…]
When I tell people I’m going to a Christian writers’ conference, they often ask, “What on earth is that?” Of course I think it’s pretty self-explanatory, but I explain about meeting with editors, agents, and other writers, having sessions on improving our writing, and actively learning from people who write or hire writers. But the … [Read more…]
Remember Jesus’ response to a question? “When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’” (Matthew 25:39-40) As a child, I worried a … [Read more…]
Throughout my lifetime, we have used cardboard boxes for storage and transporting. We think nothing of the origin of those, usually corrugated, sturdy boxes. But last week I realized that it wasn’t that common even as recently as my mother’s early life in the forties. My aunt Deba gave me this stool, made from a … [Read more…]
In spite of temps in the 90s, we had a lovely Fourth of July celebration at the home of our daughter, Kelsey, and her husband, Stephen. Everyone was in place by 10 in the morning because of getting there early to park. The parade started promptly at 10:30 with seemingly dozens of gorgeous Corvettes leading … [Read more…]
Sunday was my father’s birthday. Born in 1921, he would have been 97. His brother died at age 99, his sister at 96, both parents in their nineties. It seems unfair that he died in 1984 at age 62. But “life is not fair” is a mantra my children heard often. Things happen. Heart disease … [Read more…]
“How do you like retirement?” my friend Allison asked. “Love it, of course!” I replied. “But I loved teaching, too.” That’s the short answer. I love my scheduled activities and my impromptu ones. I love hosting the Bible studies at my house and helping my Egyptian friend and my Chinese friend with their English. I … [Read more…]
In 2010, my high school friend, Deloris Hutton, invited several women who had graduated from Portland High School in 1962 (Yikes! Really? That sounds prehistoric) to meet at her house in Louisville for a small reunion. The plan was to arrive on Tuesday afternoon and leave Thursday morning. Four of us jumped at the chance … [Read more…]
