Much emphasis has been placed in my generation on the need to raise boys up into manhood. There has been a call to “turn the hearts of the fathers to their sons”; for men to teach their sons how to be men, and for other men to fill in for those who have no fathers, or...
When I was growing up, we had acres of woods around us, and it was my favorite place to be. There was a big tree with a vine at the top of one hill, and all of us kids would gather there and take turns swinging on it, daring each other to do more and more dangerous thi...
As a child I was the youngest in a large family, and I remember vividly the feeling of being small. One day I came home from school after making what was to me an amazing discovery: When you are writing the letter “t” in cursive, you don't have to cross each “t” indiv...
One night my husband and I were having dinner with a group of friends. There were three couples, and all of our children were there playing together, so it was a pretty full house. The father of one friend was visiting, too.
I don't know if all children have as many questions as I did, but I remember thinking about things a lot. And not the useful kinds of things that other people apparently thought about and knew, like how to climb the bleachers in the gym without tr...
I grew up on a farm. We didn’t raise crops, but we did raise a lot of animals. Horses and dogs and cats, always. Sometimes fish and pigs and chickens and baby calves.
My brother was known to bring home box turtles and snakes, too.
When I was asked to start this blog, I’ll be honest: I had to google “blogs”. Technology is not a strength of mine, and it seems a new century began without my being particularly aware of it.
My children have been trying to convince me of this for years, but I blissfull...
