No More “Same-Oh, Same-Oh!”
Carl and I recently decided to spice things up — not in our chili, but in our choices! After realizing we’d been eating at the same-oh, same-oh restaurants, we heard Austin has over 4,000 of them. So we made a pact — no repeats (unless we’re with friends). We’re now at 145 new places and…
Faithfulness and Forever Love
Our weekend in Tulsa was a walk through memory lane — and a celebration of God’s unwavering faithfulness. The highlight of our visit was witnessing my godson’s sister, Grace, marry the love of her life. Grace — a beautiful name — and what a picture of God’s grace Saturday turned out to be. The ceremony…
Patience, Muffins, and a Soul Recharge
Before our trip to Tulsa, I took my car to the dealership for my 45,000-mile checkup. “It’ll take about two hours,” they said. Perfect, I thought — time for a little quiet, a complimentary blueberry muffin (bless them), and some writing time with my laptop. I found a cozy corner, coffee beside me, and settled…
Friends in High (and Tulsa) Places
Yesterday, Carl and I made the road trip to Tulsa — my old stomping grounds for over 40 years — to hug the necks of dear friends who’ve walked some of life’s winding roads with me. Oh, the memories we rolled back! Weddings, babies, healings, answered prayers, and those precious late-night talks that seemed to…
DIY or INH
True confession here. DIY isn’t our forte’. For our marriage’s sake — best to leave the driving — er’ the building or fixing to someone else. We learned that INH aka “I need help!” is often a really good character trait! These days, “Do It Yourself” seems to be everyone’s motto. We’ve got YouTube tutorials…
Clothed in Strength, Dignity… and a Little Sparkle
Sunday night I traded my election badge for a runway pass! Our fearless leader, Anita McGinnis, planned another one of her creative “Sweet Tea” events — this time, a holiday fashion show. Twelve of us “models” (and I use that term loosely!) headed over to Posh Mercantile, a new dress and accessories boutique, to find…
Coloring Outside the Lines of Grace
I still remember my grade school glory days — me, a blank coloring page, and my prized 64-pack of Crayolas. Oh, the smell of wax and potential! I might not have been Michelangelo, but give me a steady hand and I could color within the lines like a pro. Let’s just say, if there’d been…