Face to Face
It was a quiet weekend in late Fall and I was 45 years old. I found myself on the path to singleness after being separated for two and a half years. David, our 11 year old son had gone to spend the weekend with his Dad. I was in the quietness of the room in…
The Valentine’s Box
Decorating a Valentines Day box from an old shoebox was one of my favorite things as I was in elementary school. I would use red construction paper, white lace doilies, tape, glue, and stickers to create just the perfect box. My Mom would cut a slit on the top of the box to put the…
The Circus is Coming to Town
One of the things I looked forward to in elementary school was achieving a 5th-grade status. Besides being ‘upper classmen’ of elementary school, one of the privileges was that the entire class would go on a field-trip to Pittsburgh, PA, to see the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus. The bus trip with the…
Exceedingly Abundantly
In talking with our oldest daughter on a facetime call a couple of weeks ago, she reminded me of a verse that I hadn’t pondered on in a while. Ephesians 3:20 “Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.”…
Be Still
The word “casting” seems to be in front of me a lot in the last couple of weeks. Casting a fishing line, cast guilt or blame, casting for a movie or production, an incredibly unexpected cast on my leg! My mind immediately went back to when I was little, and my Grandpa taught me how…
The Bend in The Road
Cartoons were always on my agenda for Saturday morning. I woke up early, sneaked downstairs before anyone was up, pulled the button out to turn on the tv, got a blanket and pillow, and got all comfy on the floor facing the tv. All that was on the tv screen at this hour on Saturday…
The Color Red
As a little girl growing up in a small town, my Grandpa was a big part of my life. He owned an Auto Parts Store and a Marine Store in Leechburg, PA, and everybody knew Bus Crookshank. When I think back on those days of stopping into his store with my mother, the smell of…
The Tar Stain
In 1969, I was 16 years old, and I finally made it into the driving community. It took hard work, a driver’s education class at school, and my parents taking me out almost every day to practice driving. I learned to drive on small, narrow streets, as well as highway driving. Parking today is much…
Don’t look at it!
I was 4, and we drove on my first trip to Florida from Pennsylvania for a week of vacation. Grandpa and my Dad were in the front seat, and my Mom, Grandma, and I were in the back seat. I vividly remember riding about 10 minutes one snowy morning, and I was already wondering if…
Did You Clean Your Room?
For as long as I can remember, my Mother gave me chores to do around the house. From early on, my job was to set the table for dinner. The fork, knife, and spoon had to be on the plate’s right sides, along with a napkin. After dinner, I helped clear the table, wipe it…
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