I’m sure she remembers it, as well, but one of my earliest memories is of my mom lifting me up and putting me in the child seat attached to her bicycle. That thing terrified me, as I never felt super stable in it. When I look back on it now, I see…

If honor was money, I’m fairly certain my dad would be the wealthiest man in the world. Heck — if patience was money, he’d be even wealthier. He’d put Gates to shame. He’d put Buffett to shame. If only honor and patience could ever outweigh one’s…

Sometimes I get a little frustrated with you — not because I’m genuinely irritated or anything, but because I know you can do better than the effort you occasionally put out. On days when nothing fills your evenings and you come home, grateful to…

“It’s been a great year, Chuck. You’ll have to admit that. What do you think, Chuck, would be good rules for living in the new year?” Charlie Brown thought for a moment, then said to Peppermint Patty, “Keep the ball low, don’t leave your crayons i…

I think we can sometimes spend so much time plotting our next move that we forget to move at all. Other times we set off without thinking, and while we might end up regretting our last move, I know my own tendency is to always kick myself for doin…

At some point during December, perhaps before the tree goes up, maybe before the last present is wrapped and possibly before any attention is turned to New Year’s Eve celebrations, wishes are made and offered up to the universe. Some people do it …

I’m pretty sure that exactly one year ago tonight I had no idea I’d start a daily blog in January. Truth be told, I didn’t know until I picked up my book of devotions for 2012 that I’d purchased for the new year and read the one for January 1st. T…

I have a splitting headache, and I’m pretty sure it’s because I decided to call wine and a couple of cake balls my dinner. It all started when I decided to do a little baking for my neighbors. I had big plans to bake last year, but my knee surgery…

Earlier this evening, I was at the grocery store hunting and gathering in preparation for Christmas Eve dinner. I’d stopped by Starbucks beforehand, since I generally find myself freezing to death while shopping. This time, I came prepared. I was …

During the holidays, one of the worst sounds to hear — in my opinion — is the sound of sirens. They’re bad on any day, and during any time of the year. They speak of trauma, distress or of loss. If not loss, then they speak of borrowed time — t…