Good morning... To the gathering of over fifty Lovett School moms, I read aloud the Parker Palmer quote saturating yesterday's post, The First Day Of Fall. Before I shared his gorgeous words, I handed out a blank piece of paper, I instructed the women to divide their paper in half, and I asked them to place at the [...]
Good morning... "Though I have forwarded your blog to my family members more times than I can count, and though I have silently responded to you in my brain just as many times, I have never sent an actual response." She admitted, "It’s intimidating to put down thoughts, but I’m responding to the post of Monday. Because of [...]
Good morning... "We all have something important in common," she said softly, as we neared the end of our first fall gathering of our Sr. Moms Study. "We were all pregnant on September 11th, 2001." "Pregnant or caring for a newborn," I quietly added. Our youngest son was born on June 5th, 2001, so he was three months [...]
Good morning... Well, I guess I am not the only person prone to "dragging one's feet." Receiving many responses to yesterday's post, I Am Dragging My Feet, I saw your tender words of wisdom settling into three categories. Some of you looked back, reminiscing, remembering. "Sue, I just wanted to say how fortunate I felt to be included [...]
Good morning... drag one's feet (idiomatic) To procrastinate, put off; to dawdle, avoid, or make progress slowly and reluctantly. I have been dragging my feet about filing my taxes. (idiomatic) To intentionally stall, to delay, to obstruct. (delay, stall): slow-walk, dilly-dally I google the phrase "drag one's feet" on Wiktionary.org, since for a few week now I have [...]
Good morning... Last Saturday I shared our post We Memorize A Mother, highlighting for you the gorgeous memorial service for my friend's mother, Caroline Gilham. Soon after our morning message was sent, I exchanged a life-giving string of texts. Now I share them with you. "My friend Marscha died this morning," a close friend wrote to inform me. "Finally, [...]
Good morning... I remember dropping off our first kindergartener for his first day of school, driving home, and crying emotions all over my journal. That was August 2000. Back then I was nurturing two more kids at home, three-and-a-half and seventeen months, and our final baby was just a hope in my heart, born the next June to [...]
Good morning... Last week, I went to a memorial service for a mother I never knew, Caroline Lamar Mason Gilham. I love her daughter, her granddaughters, her son-in-law, but I never knew Caroline, until I went to the service celebrating her eighty-five years of vibrant life. The meditative music in the Preludes included so many old favorites. Lord [...]
Good morning... I woke panicked. Could it be true? I briefly dreamed that my computer was mysteriously downloading thousands, and thousands, and thousands more email addresses for new subscribers, before sending out our morning message, blanketing a growing multitude with God's peace, power, protection. Then suddenly a large scale, mass tragedy struck, and miraculously, together, we were shielded [...]
Good morning... At Lenbrook Senior Community on Saturday, we honored the flamboyant life of Betsy Anderson, the mom of Corinne Adams, a dear friend to many. I have never put in so much time deciding what to wear to a celebration of life service, since the traditional black garb simply would not do. I chose my brightest blue [...]
