As I sit down to write today, my fingers feel hollow, as if they barely have the strength to press the letters on the keyboard before shattering.  My gut feels hollow, too.  This is, of course, in response to the news from Aurora.  The first time I remember this feeling is when I read a newspaper story in eighth grade about a student at the local university dying after being hazed.  Senseless, preventable death always kicks me in the gut.

I have seen some posts about the grace of God…

When I was a little girl and we visited my grandmother in Lampasas, Texas, a moment always arrived, early in our visit, when we would trot obediently over to my grandmother’s next-door neighbor’s house. Mrs. Porter seemed like she was about a thousand and three years old to me, and she was older than my grandmother, which probably means Mrs. Porter was in her seventies. In any case, I remember her as a gentle, welcoming woman, and even though I’d be willing to bet that the conversations I…

When we were engaged to be married, Honey and one of his buddies (let’s call him Jimbo, since that’s his name) decided to attend another buddy’s graduation from the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs.  We were in Texas.  So travel arrangements had to be made.

Now, Honey & I were both okay financially, but he was still a full-time student, so he was not so okay that he could swing a plane ticket, and Jimbo was also a student, or intended to be a student, or pretended to be a…

My monthly feature, 3-Book 3rd Thursdays, runs at Hang On Baby, We're Almost Somewhere. This post is the entry for June.

This week I took Einstein, Blossom, and Ladybug in for their annual portraits. A toy store sits right next door to the portrait place. In the window sat Ladybug’s bliss: a giant plush Sesame Street Abby Cadabby doll. Abby easily stands four feet tall. Ladybug has talked about it for three days…