What is kindness anyway?
I read something the other night that was darn near perfect. A women named Roxan took everything I’ve ever felt about kindness and put it onto electronic paper. It’s the yummiest thing I’ve read about kindness in a long time and I wish wish wish I’d have written it myself. I don’t know Roxan, but
Old friendships can create new kindness
I remember my first friend. Her name was Tina and she lived down the road from me. It was such a big deal when we were old enough to ride our bikes the quarter mile back and forth to each other’s houses. Eventually Tina’s family moved to an area closer to town and I ended
When the best laid plans go awry
Super big news! I had my first high school girls’ bible study last night! I got all kinds of goodies and a few grapes so we could pretend to be healthy. I set out 150 tags and two black Sharpies so I could memorize everyone’s name. I carried every bible of every translation in our
‘Smiles from Drew’ fills hidden needs
There are kids in your community who are keeping a secret. They want to participate in after-school activities but they won’t ask. Even in elementary or middle school, these kids already know the state of their parents’ or guardians’ budget. They won’t ask to learn how to play the tuba or join the football team
My mule surrenders
Jordan, my 15 year old daughter, is learning to drive, so I had her give me a tour of all the hidden neighborhoods in Aberdeen this weekend. She’s a runner, so she has seen way more of this town than I have. The grass is always greener in other people’s yards, so while we have
Kindness makes its own rules
I am a rule follower. It makes me very nervous when someone uses a discount card that doesn’t belong to them or parks in an area that is designated for a specific business. I do like to speed, but that’s another story. My friend, Amanda, is also a rule follower. We both know that sometimes
Be impatient
I got to speak for the first time in Aberdeen last Friday. The place was packed with new friends, and as I stood there, I felt grateful. At the end of my talk, I asked if anyone wanted to share their own story of kindness. A woman named Liz raised her hand. (For the record,
