Recent conversations – okay, maybe just banter – have me thinking heavily about grandmothers. Those who’ve had the nurturing of two are doubly blessed. (I knew just one, since the flu epidemic in the 1920s took one away several years prior to my birth.)
I’ve forgotten the funny name of the tree you helped us pick out,” my mother said. “Our tree this year is named Melinda.”
Christmas is different this year. It is so difficult to celebrate. A family gathering is what we cherish the most… and need the least. Still, let some celebrating begin.
Lately people have been telling me I’m strong. They admire my strength. They don’t know how they’d do it if they were in my shoes. “You’re so strong,” they say, often with admiration.
This is my first year as the principal at South Elementary. I have spent the majority of my career either coaching or being an administrator on secondary campuses, so this has been a completely new and wonderful experience for me.
The U.S. Supreme Court refused to hear a lawsuit filed by Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton challenging the results of the presidential election.
The subject of footwear has hit me dead center in recent days. Following are details of unlikely happenings last week. Remembrances are hand-on-the-Bible truths to which I am sticking.
Budgets are tight. Giving doesn’t have to mean buying. This year consider adopting a health theme. The Harvard T.H.
Imagine if you would – without warning, and quite against your freewill – you find yourself traveling to another dimension. It is a dimension of sight and sound and mind. It lies between the pit of our fears and the summit of our knowledge. It came quietly and is invisible, yet deadly. It knows nothing of the norms of regular society but creates its own rules. It is both ruthless and relentless; no one is safe. You are moving into a land of shadows and substance, of life and death.
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