We leave this morning to join Luke for orientation at Wheaton. He returns from his wilderness trek tomorrow afternoon. It will be so great to see him and participate in his introduction to college life. Hopefully he has met some awesome people already. I’ll be back next week . . . probably Tuesday or so. […]
I’m very excited. Grace comes home from Costa Rica tomorrow! We’re driving to Dallas to pick her up at the airport, and I imagine she’ll be tanned and talkative. I can’t wait to see her pictures and hear her stories. She kept a travel journal, and in her last e-mail she told me that she
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Tomorrow morning we leave for family reunion in Virginia. On Monday, we’ll drive to Wheaton and deposit Luke along with his suitcases, boxes, computer, guitar, and miscellaneous stuff we’ve been packing the last few days. Then George, Jacob, and I will come home. But Luke will board a bus and depart with a group of
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Jacob After fourteen hours of labor, the doctor’s expression showed concern. The fetal monitor indicated the baby was experiencing distress. Dr. Polk explained the situation to me and George, and a few minutes later an anesthesiologist was holding a mask to my face. Dr. Polk said, “See you in a few minutes.” I thought, “He’s
The Syzygy concert Friday was really great. A nice crowd showed up . . . maybe 25-30 people or more? I’m not good at guessing numbers. The coffee house has several rooms, and I only noticed the people that were in the area right around where the band set up. There may have been more
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If I could pick any house to live in, I know what I would want. First of all, my house would look like a giant hand had picked it up out of the Cottswolds and dropped it on a residential street in East Texas. The steep-pitched roof, the timbered gables, the thick English ivy growing
I’s gwine rite a po’m, yeh. I’s gwine rite wun now. I’s gwine rite a po’m jus’ Soon’s I figger out how. Welp. I should be doing lots of stuff right now. Fun stuff. Like, the bathrooms need to be cleaned. And the house vacuumed. And I am not being as disciplined as I would
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Tuesday morning the phone rang. My seester who lives in Connecticut was calling from my Nacogdoches sister’s house. She had come to Texas for a high school reunion in Dallas and was making the East Texas sister rounds. “Are you busy today?” she asked. My Nacogdoches sister had forgotten to call me and let me
When I was a child, my parents hired babysitters to stay with us quite regularly. Often it was only for an evening or maybe a weekend. But sometimes they’d leave for a week or longer. (For some reason, my parents had a need to get away from us. A mystery, I know.) A number of
I grew up with a man whose heart is as tender as they come. I was a firecracker of a kid, and he knew just how to handle me. Mom was a fly-off-the-handle type. Big spanking and it’s all over. But not Dad. First he’d send me to my room. Then, after an appropriate pause,