An article in the Wall Street Journal today prompted Steve and me to talk about how we knew it was time to retire. In 1998, our daughter had another year of high school. Retirement from teaching at Moyer School hadn’t entered my mind. But the next fall, as we were adjusting to our empty nest, … [Read more…]
Landry, age 5, enjoyed her first day in kindergarten with Mrs. Steppe (a friend with whom I taught 20 years ago.) Landry actually got to go to school in person for two hours. I think they had three 2-hour shifts. Yesterday, Landry got to learn from home—quite a different experience. She has her own little … [Read more…]
Yesterday Steve was the speaker at the afternoon session of the Kentucky Retired Teachers Association. Since I pay my dues to that association every year, the executive director, Bob Wagoner, invited me, too. It was a good thing I accepted the invitation (at Steve’s insistence) because I ended up with the remote to move his … [Read more…]
Our Sunday sermons recently have been on I Corinthians—the issues of the early church in Corinth and how we still deal with the same issues today. In Life Group this week, discussion focused on our spiritual gifts. When each person was asked to share his or her own spiritual gifts, the silence thundered. Hesitantly, I … [Read more…]
What a relief! Grungy from a workout, I always fear any public appearance looking so bedraggled. Yes! I made it through the grocery store and to the car without seeing anyone I… “Mrs. Boyd? Is that you? I thought so! How are you?” I have that split second in which to respond. I have learned … [Read more…]
What happens to my time? I make a plan and try to stick to it. I don’t surf. I don’t spend over ten minutes on Facebook to check for personal messages. I answer enough emails to maintain relationships, send enough to submit articles and keep wheels turning. Specials. That’s what takes up my time. No, I don’t … [Read more…]
I taught elementary school in five states and eight schools over 34 years. Usually my roles as teacher and church member stayed totally separate, but occasionally they overlapped. Because it was rare, I remember them. First was when we were living in Pittsburg, Kansas, and I was teaching fifth grade. I had a charming, roly-poly … [Read more…]
Paul’s comment in Romans 7:15 is often my lament: “I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.” Or in a folksier version, there’s Randy Travis’s: “I hear tell the road to hell is paved with good intentions….” Food. Speaking kindly. … [Read more…]
