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While the following is my personal musing, I suspect it could have been written by many who have lost their parents. I quietly and privately cried today. They were neither tears of physical pain nor tears of joy. Rather they were tears of sorrow, tears of loss and for what will never be again. The tears came as I reread my musing about my Mom and also recalled my musing about my Dad. They...

Perhaps it was because Christmas is rapidly approaching. Whatever the reason, I shed a few tears today. They were neither tears of physical pain nor tears of joy. Rather they were tears of sorrow, tears of loss and for what will never be again. The tears came as I reread my musing about my Mom and also recalled my musing about my Dad. They were tears for what once was but are gone forever....

A Time to Laugh "We know God doesn't reject an innocent person . . . And so, he will make you happy and give you something to smile about" (Job 8:20a,21 CEV). All the way to the airport, my mind tried to find the right words. My soldier is about to get on a plane that will eventually lead him to the battlefront. What should I say? How will I not fall to pieces? I just want to grab him...

Once the electric needle started purring and the pain began, Marvalene clamped her teeth down on the large plastic comb and started to re-think her decision to get a Florida alligator tattoo on her neck. Perhaps she should have chosen a smaller animal; at least something with less scales. Perhaps she shouldn’t be getting a tattoo at all . . . Known for her hasty decisions, which sometimes...

It's a very bittersweet time in our house. Our 2-year-old really is a big girl now. The crib is gone, and it's been replaced by a big girl bed! This is how happy she was on the first morning she woke up in it. So far, it's been a surprisingly easy transition for her (for me, not so much! more tears from Mommy than her!). The only bad side effect? We haven't been able to get her to nap in the...

We’re coming up on the ONE-YEAR anniversary of our little faux pas at a hotel here in the A-Town that must remain nameless. We vowed not to go back until a year had passed. As a matter of fact, I offered to buy drinks for everyone on the patio if they would just come back one year to the day of this little incident. So, with your...