Call Her Baby!
Nikki, our Vietnamese manicurist, overheard Carl say: “Donna, what do you think about that?” Nikki piped up as she was doing my nails: “You don’t call her Donna! You call her Baby!” I turned and looked at Carl and said, “She’s right. I’m not Donna to you. I am “Baby!” We laughed about it because…
We Forgot You
Ever heard that hurtful phrase before? It can be one of those times when our parent forgot to pick us up at school or be at our piano or dance recital or baseball game. Or an important phone call was expected, but never came because someone forgot us? I know those words and how deeply…
We are Messengers
With all the text messaging we do, we can officially declare ourselves “messengers”! We’ve got it down well – just a quick message to announce: “On my way home!” “Running late – home by 6!” “Thx for the info!” “What’s for dinner?” But, today, I’m referring to being “life” messengers because we ARE the message!…
Called by Name
I didn’t like roll call on the first day of school or most other days when our teacher called out our names. My name was Donna Wheat! That’s when the kids shouted out Donna Corn; Donna Buckwheat; Donna Wheaties! So, I’d sit in those freshly adorned classrooms every fall with my lips pursed, eager to…
Patience, Lord! NOW!
Just before winter was making its big debut, I remember watching the squirrels in our area going into overdrive, scurrying ceaselessly through the undergrowth and stuffing nuts and seeds into the soil. They were making a mad dash to survive the winter. They were frantic to bury their food “treasures”, Could we be taking after…
Our Surrendered Feet
I’ve shared before about my morning routine of sending early morning text messages to my children every day. Now, I’ve added on that early morning routine a “group” text message to my grandchildren. Those text messages are intentional. I want my children, (including spouses) and grands, to know they are in my heart and on…
Love is in the Air
This is the first day of February and it’s the “Love Month”! Oh, how I anticipated February 14th in my younger school-days. I had diligently AND carefully designed my Valentines’ shoe box. I could hardly wait to slide my cards into my friends’ boxes. It was also the day that we could devour yummy cupcakes,…