Here kitty, kitty…

I'm dedicating this post to my cousin Becky. When my mom and I arrived at the beach a couple of weeks ago, we filled our arms full of all the supplies we hauled down there and headed up the stairs. When I peeked over the Costco-sized packages of toilet paper and paper towels to unlock the door, I noticed a cat sitting on the cover of the hot tub. "I think we have a visitor," Mom said, standing behind me with her arms full of new mattress pads. "Oh great! I wonder how long it's been here. Lew … [Read more...]

Marital persnickety-ness follow-up

I love the responses I get from all of you on my blog. My last story on "Marital Persnickety-ness" generated several interesting comments. One of my favorites was from my friend Sara, who I've always admired because she and her husband consistently work on strengthening their marriage. She said, "Just wait until your 40th anniversary and you have been empty nesters for years. All those little habits become more and more evident and yet our … [Read more...]

Marital Persnickety-ness

Last Saturday I called my mom and told her I wanted to go to the beach to finish some writing projects. She said, "Oh, that sounds fun.  I want to come!" "I could probably make that happen," I told her. She hung up and called my brother and said, "I won't be surprised if she calls me in five minutes with plans for me to fly to Washington." She knows me well. I cobbled together some frequent flyer miles and booked her on a flight for the following day. On Monday morning we … [Read more...]

Fly Away Angry Birds

I’m so embarrassed to admit this. But I am coming clean. I only tried it once, and I was hooked.         I blame it on a four-year-old boy named Ethan. His mom recently had a new baby and with three other children, she needed help keeping Ethan occupied during church.                   “Do you want to sit with us?” I asked. He checked out my husband and I … [Read more...]

Happy Birthday Dad

Happy Birthday Dad. Today, January 5th, you would be 77 years old.  It’s hard to believe you’ve been gone for 20 years. Twenty years since I’ve seen you, touched you, heard your voice, and smelled your Old Spice aftershave rubbed over your clean-shaven face. I don’t think there’s a day that goes by that I don’t think about you and miss you. In fact I thought about you constantly over the holidays, remembering your generosity at Christmas and the way you reached out to so many people. I … [Read more...]