Leaving the Nest

Sometimes when I find a penny I feel like it’s for someone else not me.  Twice this week that was the case and with each one I wanted to give it to the other mother involved rather than keep it.  It’s back-to-school season and what I know from experience is that the sight of school supplies and backpacks can be bittersweet for moms.  On one end of the spectrum you have nervous moms sending their little ones off to kindergarten and on the other moms waking up to an empty

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Read the Manual!

Often my most memorable penny finds for the week serve as punctuation marks in a conversation I’m having with myself, someone else, or God.  They’re the period at the end of a sentence, the dot below a question mark, or my favorite – the dot below a dash that makes an exclamation point!  That was the case with my most notable find last week. I left the house early Friday morning to take my car into the dealer.  I hadn’t had any coffee because I’d offered to buy Starbucks for

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Bulletproof

My most interesting penny find this week came on a prayer walk I went on after reading the news about a fatal shooting here in town two days before.  I’d inadvertently driven by the scene of the crime while the police were investigating so I was curious about what had happened.  The yellow tape, flashing lights, and startled bystanders was a bit frightening but I’d assumed it was a robbery not a homicide.  I was wrong.  When I left the house to walk I was sorry I’d read the story. 

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Trust Me – The Whole Penny Story

Pennies found on a prayer walk are always my favorite for sentimental reasons because it was on my daily outing five years ago that the penny finding started – a penny, or more, a day for five years now.  It’s wild the way pennies come to me and if you’re someone who has hung out with me for any length of time you know this to be true. If you’ve ever been on my prayer walk with me you also know how tightly I hold on to those pennies. My

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Brace Yourself

Summertime is not all fun and games around our house it’s also appointment time.  Since both boys get frustrated missing school even for an excused absence we try to take care of all the necessary medical appointments during the summer.  This is a nice problem to have so I try not to complain even when it gets a little nerve wracking with Chase.  The joke I make is that you could hit Luke over the head with a bat, ask him if it hurts and he’d say no I’m fine. 

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My Father’s Daughter

Rushing out the door I caught a glimpse of myself in the foyer mirror and did a double take.  For the first time in my life I noticed I looked just like my Dad.  I left the house laughing that it’s taken me this long to see the resemblance.  It’s not my hair, features, or build it’s my clothes – my sense of style which shouts, “Dad!”  Even the boys noticed it that day.  When I caught up with them Luke said, “You’ve got glasses like Grandpa Davis.”  Chase chimed,

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A Fungus Among Us?

Martha Stewart said that gardening is a humbling experience and I’ve come to learn she’s right.  I would add writing to that statement as well.  With 116 titles to her credit Martha probably knows this too.  I started gardening and writing at the same time four years ago and I’m still a novice at both.  Fruit has come but it has truly been an exercise in humility.  I don’t know where to put a comma anymore than I know the best way to stake a tomato plant.  I still want

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Teacher Love

I got an email this week from Chase’s new case manager about needing to schedule an IEP meeting before school starts again in the fall.  I thought the business that needed to be taken care of had successfully been accomplished by our last meeting but it hadn’t.  That get-together which was called a “matriculation meeting” only enrolled Chase at the school, there was still more to do.  (By the way, that’s what that fancy M-word means to admit somebody as a student. Who knew?) Anyway, because I was a little

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Raptured

Over hash browns and poached eggs Luke asked me yesterday morning if I thought the rapture was going to happen May 21st.  Knowing his little brother has been spooked by all the talk about this at school, I quickly gave him an answer hoping we could move on.  “No Luke, I don’t.”  Without missing a beat he came back with, “Yeah, me either. I don’t think we’re supposed to know when that is because then everyone would just say they believe when they really don’t.”  Luke’s no theologian but he

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Every Girl’s Crazy About a Sharp Dressed Man!

He came down the stairs and time stopped.  I knew he’d look great.  At six feet tall without an ounce of fat on him it doesn’t take much.  Earlier in the year his team captain got him used to wearing a shirt and tie by insisting the team dress for success on match days.  This made for a few crazy mornings as we rushed ineptly to tie a half-Windsor but as tennis season progressed, so did his skill and self-assurance.  It was practice that paid off two months later when

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