Once upon 1982, I stood on a stage with a few girls who actually had talent and choked out the Christmas carol, "Silver Bells." I did not know this would be one of the defining moments of my life. Weeks before, I crashed the hand-picked ensemble simply by showing up to the practice. Our music… Continue reading A (True) Love Story
I still do. More than twenty years have passed, and I love my husband as fiercely as the day I said the words. For that, I thank God. Twice. First, because God shows me how to love, and second, because when we follow God, we're easier to love. Bob is awfully easy to love, I… Continue reading I Still Do.
San Juan, 20 years ago. I wore a white sundress with yellow daisies and felt like Ponce de Leon. We posed for pictures on the crumbling ramparts of stone castles and swaggered along narrow cobblestone streets watching artists birth exotic paintings using only coffee cans and spray paint. My hair was half braided into cornrows… Continue reading Carpe Diem. They’ll Never Notice the Pillow Cases.
Every year as long as I can remember, Bob has made Valentine's cards. Using only crayons and a pen, he creates these hilarious, memorable, unique expressions of his love. His cards are one-of-a-kind works of art that make us laugh or cry or both. He calls them "Low Budget Cards," and he even has… Continue reading Low Budget Cards: A Valentine Tradition
The Assignment: A 10 line iambic pentameter conceit poem. His Favorite Pair of Jeans He once compared me to a pair of jeans, Velveteen-threadbare, torn, and faded jeans. We were as close as clothing then, denim Dressed and pressed against each other. Thirteen Years my best friend. So best he could forget The holes, the… Continue reading Nothing’s More Fun Than Doing The Assignments I Give My Students