A Little Feasting, a Little Fun and a Tear or Two

The tents have been folded away, the borrowed tables and chairs have been returned to their owners and the fridge is full of leftovers. Our day of celebration is a sweet memory. For the fifth time in 10 years (four sons, one exchange student), family and friends...

When You Look Into Their Hearts

Come Friday, our nest will be a little emptier. Son Number Three will throw a few boxes and bags into his Jeep and head south, an eight-hour drive to Nashville — the “country music” Nashville. Son Number Two waits for him there, along with freedom,...

The Blessing

Our youngest stepped across the threshold into manhood a few days ago.  With birthday cheesecake and a small gathering of friends, we heralded his coming of age — 18.  And all this week, I’ve had one thought. Where did the time go? When did he stop...

In Celebration of “Firsts”

I am a big fan of “firsts.” Perhaps because I am a firstborn, it’s part of my nature to look for fresh starts, for do-overs, for new beginnings. Christmas lights grow dim and we move toward the season of new days — the beginning of a new year....

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