Pretty is as Pretty Does
A dear saint, my mama, used to say to me when I felt less than pretty or radiant “Pretty is as pretty does!” Honestly, that annoyed me because I could only see a freckled face, brown dish-water colored hair, the skinniest, flat chested teenager in all the world. All my friends seemed to have come…
No Man is an Island….or is He?
As we made our drive to church on Sunday, I asked my two young grandsons random questions. I asked Brennan, “If you were stuck on a deserted island, what three things or people would you want with you?” He quickly replied “My dad, Bryson (his younger brother) and a knife.” I loved that he wanted…