People ask me sometimes how I write. Where do your ideas come from? Is it hard? Does it take a long time? Every day, when I journal, read scripture and devotional materials, ideas usually flow freely. I jot in the back of my journal different blog ideas. Ideas also come to me when I walk… Continue reading A Voice, Crying Out
I never knew why older people cried at weddings. It seemed obvious to me that it was a happy time. I didn't get it. I met Julie when I was an 18-year-old freshman at Texas A&M. We decided to be roommates the next year and have been close friends since then. I'll never forget the… Continue reading Whispers
We are all still trying to enjoy and eke out the best last bits of summer. No one wants to think about back to school things but I have to bring it up because of their faces. I'm talking about the faces of the school children and their parents. In our community we are less that three… Continue reading Their Faces
It was a Poverty Simulation our school district hosted. It was only for a morning. I was invited to attend as a community member along with school counselors and personnel from the district and some parents. I knew at the outset it would be stressful and that I would leave with an awareness I already had, that… Continue reading When I Was A Child Living in Poverty
I'm finding comfort in reading John Irving novels. Currently, I'm reading The World According to Garp. I like Irving's writing even though I'm sure I don't understand parts of it. His work always intrigues and challenges me. In this novel, the Garp family talks to their young sons at the beach every year about the under tow. They describe what… Continue reading The Under Toad
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