So the Garden Goes

This is my garden and my son.  It’s a small one but he’s a tall one.  The garden stays where it’s planted but the boy is soon to be transplanted. I thought I was doing alright with this.  I’ve heard lots of good advice from friends and have plenty to keep me busy so it was easy to feel “intellectually” ready.  That was until I read the bulletin at church.  The Outreach Team posted a plea for help serving college kids dinner on Sunday nights.  The announcement said the campus

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Dream On

It looked to be the best night of his young life and everything was going smoothly.  We left after breakfast to make the four hour drive and arrived in Denver right before rush hour.  The BIG night had finally arrived—Aerosmith live in concert and we didn’t want to miss a thing. I’d promised Chase a couple years back if they ever came to the Mile High City I would take him and sure enough the Bad Boys from Boston finally headed our way.  When I bought the tickets he deemed

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Survivor

It was several weeks before I could work up the courage to talk to him.  I’d seen him leave to walk his dog and decided to head out too.  I was hoping we could walk and talk because I didn’t think I could look him in the eye.  The path that separates our houses was frozen by the early snow we’d had.  I was trying not to slip, cry, or hyper-ventilate while I was walking. My head was bowed.  I didn’t see him until we ran into each other.  Startled,

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Penny Roll

When the uber-talented Charity Meinhart designed my new website in February, I was excited about the fresh new look but nervous about the penny counter.  I’ve never kept a running total of my penny finds.  When I started finding them six years ago I kept a log but after a few months of that I couldn’t keep up. A yearly total was simpler but even that had its issues.  I kept misplacing the sheet I’d written my totals on and had to scroll through my blog posts to find it.  

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Hit Me With Your Best Shot

I could feel his heart pounding into my collarbone.  His body is so lean there was nothing to buffer his racing pulse.  I held onto him as firmly as possible trying to match his one armed grip on me.  “Chase don’t watch,” I reminded him.  “It’s almost over,” and in a minute it was—his first experience with a needle in sixteen years that didn’t completely unravel him. To say my little boy hates shots is an understatement.  He’s shot phobic.  So much so that he meets the clinical criteria for

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All Things Shiny and New

Normally I pull out the camera when one of the boys gets dressed up but not today.  It wasn’t a day to celebrate.  Luke was headed to the funeral of one of his friends who died in a car accident.  One month after graduating from high school a party in the desert offered this teen the opportunity to drink and drive and the results were tragic. All week long any mention of the accident left me teary-eyed.  I didn’t know the young man’s mother but my heart still broke for

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Losing is Everything

When I found out the Dodger’s were playing the Rockies while we’d be in Denver for a tennis tournament I thought it would be fun to see the game.  Tournaments usually have a lot of down time between matches, so you’re looking for something to do besides worry about your next opponent.  I also knew there was a good chance Luke wouldn’t make it past the first round of play so we might need a pick-me-up. I didn’t mention the idea because it would be a distraction.  Tell a teenage

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A View From the Top

Monday afternoon when I landed in the doctor’s office with walking pneumonia I had a serious case of the blues.  Waiting at the pharmacy for my prescriptions I began to question whether I’d make it to any of the graduation activities on tap later in the week.  Mother’s Day and Confirmation Sunday were also in the mix and I’d made commitments for both.  On top of that I had a “To Do” list a mile long.  The penny I found on the way out did little to encourage me.  I

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Embarassed

I found him hiding in my closet under a row of dresses.  I couldn’t see where he’d gone while I was cleaning up after him.  It was hardly a mess but still not something you ignore.  When he saw me he laid down sheepishly.  He was embarrassed.  I sat down next to him and carefully put him in my lap to reassure him. “Buddy its okay.  Mama’s not mad.  You can’t help it honey.” I was fighting back tears.  It had been such a rough week with the dog.  A

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Inconvenienced

When the fire in my throat woke me up long before sunrise I was not happy.  I’d planned to get up early for Easter service but not that early.  I was equally frustrated by the fact that getting some ice for it would wake up the whole house.  Dog plus ice maker equals a normally cute scene but not at four a.m. I decided to tough it out and lay in bed until my alarm went off.  We’d agreed the week before to go to the less popular early service

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