Monthly Archives: April 2017



I betcha, if you are a woman, you have heard this all before!  At least you, perhaps, have thought the same.

I’m sorry, I just DO NOT understand men!  I know there is that Venus and Mars thing but I find myself more and more baffled the older that I get.

Men!  They just have to be doing SOMETHING to talk to each other.  Whether it be having a cigar, watching a football game together or a basketball game or…whatever…to have a conversation or the slight resemblance of a conversation.  Never a REAL conversation.

Talk on the phone?  Seldom.  Possible, yes, but the ‘talk’ is all very surface.  Nothing at all deep or important and never details.  Never!  No questions.

Women get to the ‘meat’ quickly and ask all the right questions so that when we talk…we actually TALK!  We know the details of which we are talking.  Yes sir and THANK YOU very much.

This is why it is incredibly frustrating for ME and women like me to have a conversation with a man about their conversations with other men.  No details!

I may learn, for example, from my husband that his brother is flying away to the Caribbean.

“Where exactly?” I may ask.

“Somewhere in the Caribbean,” he may answer.

“When is he leaving?” I will ask.

“I really don’t know.”‘

I may ask (getting frustrated now…) “You didn’t ask????”

“No I didn’t”….

“Well, do you know where he is staying at God knows what island?  Will he be gone a week or a month or is he MOVING there?  Is he going there to DIE and is he planning never to return?  Do you have any INFORMATION more than what you have told me?  Do you and your brother actually TALK or do you just GRUNT???????”

“We talk and I don’t know.”

A week or so later my husband may inform me, “My brother is back.”

“From the Caribbean?” I ask.  “Did he have a nice time?”

“I don’t know.”

Our conversation ends abruptly with my thinking…”Good Lord!  What’s the use??!!”

And so it goes.  MEN!!  How do they survive?


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There is a certain calmness surrounding Easter Sunday.  Can you feel it?

The days, leading up to Easter and the days following, go by so quickly trotting towards the heat, humidity and long days of summer.  They run faster and faster until, at last, summer is here!  Pools, lakes, boating, swimming, picnics, fishing, the end of the school year.  It is all just over the hill!

I am unsure why the rush but, as usual, I share the anxiety and the questions people raise this time of year.  Guessing about the weather this summer and if it will be as hot as last.  In Georgia the heat can be unbearable.  Last year we had a run of 110 degree days coupled with humidity you could cut with a knife.  So many days I just couldn’t bear the thought of doing anything.  Energy was drained…no where to be found.

Today, the day before Easter,  is a calm that I feel.  A calming of my soul.  All will be well even if it is, once again, 110 degrees this summer!  Even if we run happily towards the summer months hoping we all may take a breath and get into a routine that is fun, relaxing, refreshing and much needed.  A renewal to be sure.

But for today and tomorrow, let us all just enjoy the pre-Summer calm that Easter brings.  Let me reflect on Easter Sunday and the meaning of this day for me.  No matter who or what we believe in, let us say, just for now…

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll; 

Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,

It is well, it is well with my soul.”     

                                                                    Horatio G. Spafford

Happy Easter!






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Lesson #47 – The Sweetness of Memories


Remember when you last put your son or daughter up on your shoulders so they could see the world?

Remember when you last held your child’s hand while crossing the street?

Remember when you last tucked your child into a warm inviting bed?

Remember when you  last watched your child in the bathtub playing and laughing?

Remember when you last dried their tears and held them tight to make the hurt go away?

I remember calling my husband into my son’s room one night to have him look at his little hands as he slept.  The baby dimpled hands we all hold dear were visible but I stared at my son and I knew there would only be a few short months left to see the last of his babyhood as it slipped away.

There aren’t many years between our children needing us as parents and not wanting to have us around at all.  Children grow up and become independent thinkers and want to prove they are ‘not babies anymore’!!

If we are lucky we have grandchildren to care for and to watch over and hold their hands.  As much as we love and adore our grandchildren it is different.  These special years are reserved mostly for their parents as it should be.

My daughter will be giving our family a precious new little baby very soon.  As I repainted the baby bassinet and put the white eyelet skirt around it, I remembered my daughter in this same bassinet so many years ago.  It now sits in my daughter’s home waiting for little Lucy.

My oldest grandson is turning five and he is off to Kindergarten this year.  It is a sad reminder how fast little ones grow.  I would cry each year when my own children went off to a new school year.  I loved having them home all summer and enjoyed every minute of the activity each day.   When the children went off to school the first day of each school year, I went through the ritual of getting together with girlfriends who all said they were thrilled a new school year had begun.  As they sighed with relief I just smiled with sadness in my heart.

Our lives are filled with memories and as I look at my grown children now I still see my little babies needing me to hold their hands to cross the street and to dry their tears when they are sad.  These memories I will hold close forever.


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