On Life & Laughter

🌿 A triple ping sounds as I’m savoring the day’s first cup of vanilla flavored coffee and the shaded, early morning coolness of our covered...

Yesterday my dad had what they're calling a stroke. He arrived in the ER unable to answer simple questions, his attempts to speak, i...

'Tis a week before Christmas And all through the house Not a creature is stirring Except Mrs. Mouse The stockings aren't hu...

We grandparents tend to develop a mooshy new heart chamber when it comes to our grands. Love pours in. Love pours out. In most cases, un...

I stumbled upon these half-written reflections that began on Mother's Day. My life is littered with unfinished projects, so in a rare bu...

It had already been an emotional morning -- revisiting another grief, decades old. But isn't that the way of grief? Sneaking into ordin...

I originally posted this story on Facebook, then decided it was too fun not to chronicle here as well. Family stories should be...passed ...

When your daughter lives some two thousand miles away in the lovely state of Arkansas, it's quite a bonus to get to spend a holiday tog...

Holding Ellena tightly I whispered, “If I hid you in my purse and brought you home, do you think Mommy and Daddy would notice?” “What?” D...

Kids always keep us on our toes, don't they? Little Charlie surely decided to keep us guessing and finally made his entrance a week ove...

Some days I forget to see God's blessings. Do you?  Blessings are always there, beckoning quietly. They live in fleeting sun breaks, i...

Just out of arms reach twirls the poster child for epic morning hair. Strands of wispy, honey blond ponytail escapees frame her green tinte...

She stands with cute, cropped hair, eyes sparkling, delicate ear-bangles dangling, face framed by deep magenta scarf...and while I'm sh...

Phone is buzzing...somewhere. Next to me? Reaching for it, half groggy, thinking, "Is she ok? Are they ok?" As quiet voice from...

My sweet granddaughter. Silly, spirited, feisty...and dearly loved. Her father, an officer in the United States Air Force. But to her, h...

If only I were a daily journaler I might capture thoughts before they crawled into some dusty corner of my brain. I tend toward the reflec...

It all started one Friday morning while I was fighting off a case of “Oh my word! I’m going to cry again!” Ugh! Seriously. Two day...

As I walked through the Little Rock airport I wondered if saying goodbye would ever be easy. The prolonged hug outside the car. Trying to ...

Today I am pondering goodbyes. I am beginning to see that much of life is about saying goodbye...and learning to do it well. Goodbye...