The story never changes, just how many years that separate me from the day it was written. Here is how it goes. Once upon a time, 11 years ago, a child looking for Mother, and I was born. The pain involved in that extraordinary event was not, as they promised, forgettable. I still remember it. […]
Weekend Edition: Urban Living
I took this picture on our walk today. Today, we took a long walk that carried us through five historic districts in Oklahoma City: Heritage Hills, Mesta Park, Jefferson Park, Edgemere Park, and The Paseo. Urban living is not for everyone, but we love it. We love the hope and promise we see every time […]
Jen’s Used Car Story #1
When I was in fourth or fifth grade, my big sister, Linda, sent my father 500 hard-earned dollars she’d saved for a car. She wanted something cute and little, but instead, he virtually devastated her by purchasing a vehicle that looked very similar to the one above. I’m not certain of the model, but it […]
Trampling Out The Vintage
Not one time in my entire adult life of buying grapes, have I ever brought them home and not remembered one of the finer memories of my childhood: my very first taste of grapes. When they were on sale, which was rare, my mother bought them. I remember her coming home quite excited and exclaiming, […]
What Is A Slam Book Anyway?
Slam Book Questions Remember slam books from junior high? I do! Basically, they were spiral notebooks full of random, inconsequential questions like 1) How many bathrooms are in your house? 2) What’s Your favorite song? 3) Who do you like? 4) Where do you live? 5) What’s your pets name? 6) Who is your best […]
Can We Go To The Mall?
On Sunday (the Lord’s Day, mind you), my daughter twisted my arm – (the one that is already crooked from when I broke it 35 years ago) and talked me into going to the mall. I just have to say, the mall is a complete and utter mystery to me. Where do they get all […]
Nothing Left To Prove
The generation U.S News and World Report called children of neglect must now worry that they are raising a generation of self-centered kids. In 1971, while my mother washed clothes at a laundry mat in Southern California, my sister and I slipped into the ballet studio next door. This brief visit gave rise to a […]
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