The crowd hushed into silence as the lights dimmed. Gold and white balloons were tethered to festive tables and a sparkly “Happy 50th” crowned a floral arrangement. Hands covered mouths to keep whispers low. “Will they be surprised?” “Do you think they know?” “Are they here yet?” When the happy…
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A Young Patriot’s Encouraging Words
Early one Fourth of July morning, my dad answered the phone to hear a cheery young caller shout, “Happy Fourth of July!” “Happy Fourth of July to you, but I think you have the wrong number, ” Daddy replied. “No, I don’t have the wrong number,” the youngster answered. She…
Gift Ideas for July 2018
Prepare to Welcome New Neighbors In the South where I live, summer temps are rising and pop-up thunderstorms are frequent. When there’s a lot of rain in our neighborhood, the next form of precipitation we see is falling limbs or trees which knock down power lines. My new motto is…
The Bossy Wren
Incessant chirping signaled the urgent need for food. The infant bobble-head birds were crying for Mrs. Wren’s beak-to-beak deposits. They were desperate. Mother Bird was perfectly willing and able to provide for her babies. She flew with winged efficiency from the nearest “supermarket” to her nest inside her birdhouse. (Ahem…
Two Memories of My Dad
Memory 1: Silent communication in church When I sat beside my dad in church, he would squeeze my hand twice which meant he was asking, “Love me?” I would return two squeezes to say, “Uh huh.” His next two squeezes translated, “How much?” I would squeeze his hand with my…