Hello, and welcome to December. My poor journal has been sorely neglected of late, so I thought I’d stop by and up a date or two. A big choreography project is consuming most of my time right now. This week I spent about four hours a day at the high school rehearsing dances with the […]
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Jacob and I spent Saturday in Dallas at a Friends of Hope Day Camp for brain injury survivors, sponsored by Baylor Rehab. Jacob attended as a camper. I’d agreed to speak and sing. When we arrived I looked at the schedule. They’d given me the last thirty minutes. Public speaking is supposedly one of the
Today after church I gathered music charts from the various stands and joined George, who stood talking with one of the elders. George turned to me and grinned. “I just volunteered you for something this afternoon.” “Oh, really? What’s that?” The elder also smiled. “I can’t reach the guy who said he’d hold a worship
I’m in Dallas waiting to meet Grace at the airport tomorrow when she returns from her two-month European jaunt. I can’t wait to see her! But that’s not the reason I’m here a day early. I arrived Friday afternoon to attend a reunion celebrating the 40th anniversary of my high school. Everyone who graduated from
We can probably all picture it in our minds. As the camera zooms out to embrace a breathtaking view of the Austrian Alps, Maria flings her arms wide and spins with utter abandon. She opens her mouth, and the exquisite ache pent up inside her explodes in spontaneous song. “The hills are alive with the
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J. Mark Bertrand is one of my Master’s Artist compadres. In my mind I always refer to him as “the scholarly one.” Not that the other Master’s Artists are nitwits, but we each sort of bring our own seasoning to the sauce, and let’s just say Mark serves up a more cerebral stew than some
I’ve joined a group of bloggers who are working together to get the word out about Katrina disaster relief. If you’d like to take part on your blog, click here. Each blogger agrees to post a link to a charity working on the front lines. I’d like to mention two. Samaritan’s Purse and Southern Baptist
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One would think that, with actual, real, people-are-counting-on-me deadlines hanging over me, I’d be getting some work done. But no. I’ve been blog hopping. Thanks to Carrie K. who commented on Katy R.’s blog, I consider it my delightful privilege to introduce you to Taylor the Latte Boy. (Yes, that’s a link. Click it. I
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Come on over, gang. The party’s at Katy’s!
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This afternoon, George, Jacob and I attended the funeral of a man named James Lewis. In many ways it was unlike any funeral I’ve ever attended. For one thing, James died forty years ago. A colonel in the Air Force, he failed to return from a mission over Laos during the Vietnam War. He was