Teacher’s Letter Home Shows Great Kindness
My friend who is a teacher showed me a very funny poster. It has pictures of two owls. One owl is looking wise and well-tailored in his round glasses and cap. The other owl looks like a deranged lunatic with a torn shirt and frayed feathers. The caption on the poster says, “Teachers at the
Now What Do I Do?
Have you ever had a super great idea and then a bit later you stop and think… Wait, what was I going to do again? Check this out: https://www.facebook.com/redtaildesignco/videos/619999264852490/ I had this awesome idea to make wooden business cards. I actually stole the idea from the tattoo artist in Ohio who inked my nipple after
Week 13 Memory Verse
I’m shaking things up a bit this week. Okay, God’s shaking things up. I’m just trying not to get in His way. I’ve had a dream come true. I belong to a group called COMPEL, an online community that equips people who want to hone their writing. Last September-ish, a piece I wrote about my
Everything Changes When Kindness Enters the Room
How is it that things can look so drastically different based on our ever-changing outlook? Like the little park bench that’s tucked along a pebble path and surrounded by colorful blossoms. It looks so quaint and inviting, until that becomes the place where your boyfriend chooses to dump you. Then it looks rusty and worn
Being a Coach’s Wife
For 16 years, people have been asking me, “What’s it like to be a coach’s wife?” For 16 years, my answer has been, “Um… I don’t know. It’s good?” The thing is, I don’t know any different. Saul is the only husband I’ve ever had, so I’ve never had the opportunity to compare my husband,
Week 12 Memory Verse
Eighteen years ago I stood on the pitcher’s mound at the old Milwaukee Brewers stadium. I was wearing a headset that was streaming the Beatles into my ears. With my pitch pipe in hand, I got my starting note and waited for the tech guys to turn off the music so I could begin the
Kindness Replaces Some of the Madness in March
A whole new language arises during the month of March in the house of a college basketball coach. We use words like “seed” and “bracket” in daily conversation, but even more curious, in my house at least, is the way my husband begins to use the word, “March.” In the midst of a tight game
