On Mother’s Day, Mom always wore a corsage of white roses to church. Used to be that was the custom–if your mother was no longer with you, you wore white flowers; if she was still here, you wore red flowers. That tradition has probably flown, like so many. I think of Mom every day and […]
Moms, Daughters, and Mysteries
I’ve heard women say, “I don’t want to become my mother as I grow older.” What? How sad. If someoneĀ tells me I’m like my mom, I consider it a huge compliment. My mother and I were best friends. I think you’d have liked her. If you never had that privilege, you can get just […]

The Sound of Hope
Last night, I attended my grandson’s spring chorus concert at his school’s new performing arts center. What a tremendous thing. If anyone is uncertain or critical of the younger generation, I’d invite them to go to hear the voices of youngsters raised in song. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen more talent among teens than […]
About Those Words
Words! We speak them, write them, sing them. I’ve read a theory that words we say remain in the air forever and could be picked up on the correct frequency by the correct electrical receptors. That sounds a bit far-fetched, but be that as it may, sometimes words lodge in our hearts and mind and […]
Speaking the Same Language
Last night’s severe weather did a lot of damage to Arkansas’ River Valley. Trees are down, buildings damaged, schools closed. Fortunately, this area got thunder, lightning, and rain, but so far as I know, no damage. There’s something about a calamity that brings people together. Suddenly, everyone speaks the same language. Friends, neighbors, strangers are […]

