When I was a child, I was terrified of holes. Yes, holes. All holes. From the large gaping hole exposed when the water supply of a residential area was left uncovered to the holes that form in the batter when pancakes were being prepared for a Saturday morning breakfast feast. I was convinced that all holes were dangerous and served to draw me into them against my will where I’d spend eternity away from my family and friends. As a result, I never wanted to eat pancakes and my mother would always Continue Reading
Mad at Joel?
I have read a few headlines regarding people’s feeling towards the failure of Joel Osteen and his ministry to move more quickly to house the victims of Hurricane Harvey. Even from afar, it is clear that some people are mad at Joel. No worries, I don’t plan to go on a rant about my opinion regarding the actions of this pastor or his ministry. I am in absolutely no position to draw a single conclusion about their motives, intentions, character, or mindset. The interesting thing is, I don’t Continue Reading
Where Is My Daddy?
One day my oldest daughter randomly decided to recite a list of relatives she’d met. It went something like this: “Gramma Joyce”: that’s daddy’s mommy “Granny”: that’s mommy’s mommy “Papa”: that’s daddy’s daddy “Ummm . . . wait, ” “mommy, where is your daddy?” My husband and I laughed. The reality is, I was raised in a single parent home. My children will probably never be in the same room as their maternal grandfather. The blessing is, they noticed! When Gabrielle asked Continue Reading