I came home last week to find my husband, Dave, composing a handwritten note to a friend of his, encouraging him during his struggles with a new job. I love that my husband started doing this. (I asked him to write one for me, but that hasn't happened yet, lol.) He's written others, but God used this particular note in a special way. Last night, Dave received a text from his friend thanking him and explaining that the note had arrived at just the right time since he had been

My husband is a night owl. Sometimes I call him a bat because he likes to sit in the evening with only one light on. He gets his second wind at 9:30 pm, and then he wants to review the budget or he asks me to proofread his emails and reports. That would be fine, except for the fact that I'm a morning person whose brain shuts down at 8:00 pm. And the lights? I turn on the brightest ones. Have you ever stood in the sunshine, closed your eyes, and tilted your head toward the sky

Sometimes on gloomy days I sit and wonder what could have been. What if that visiting college professor had accepted me into his novel writing class? I could have been a nationally known novelist by now. What if I had moved away from home? I could have been more knowledgeable about other cities and had more to write about. What if I had decided to have children? I could have been a grandmother by now. I've played this little game so many times and in so many ways it would mak

Since Mother's Day is here, I thought I'd tell you about my unconventional mom. I think advertisers and many people out there remember their moms as the traditional bake-chocolate-chip-cookies-and-kiss-your-boo-boos kind. Those rosy visions are wonderful and nostalgic, inspiring gifts of flowers, perfume, and jewelry. But my mom hates to cook. People think I'm mean when I say mom is a bad cook, but she's the first one to laugh and agree with me. And as for kissing my boo-boos

I kinda sorta did a bad thing. See, there are certain days of the year that make me envious of other people. On Mother's Day, for example, I envy women who receive gifts of flowers, jewelry, gift cards, etc. and whose families hold get-togethers where love surrounds them. Childless by choice, I have no reason at all to envy the moms out there. It's just one of those things I need to repent of every year. Another one of those days is the lesser known Administrative Professiona