Prayer for Mary Margaret
I see this dove from my office, struggling today to keep her pipsters from blowing out of the nest we exposed when we trimmed the lemon tree. Have you ever prayed for a dove?
Dynamic Woman — Changing Times
I see this dove from my office, struggling today to keep her pipsters from blowing out of the nest we exposed when we trimmed the lemon tree. Have you ever prayed for a dove?
Remember the days when you printed your photos and cataloged them in albums? Got away from you, didn’t it. Now you have boxes of old photos you plan to organize when you retire. That won’t happen. No matter how many cruises you take, those photos will be there when you get back. Not only that, they’ll be entertaining the boxes of photos you’ve inherited.
Last Christmas we upset tradition. We abandoned our adult children, cold-shouldered Santa and slipped off to Barbados. Our escapade had the intended consequences. It pared the Christmas craziness down to zero. This year we are starting over; redefining traditions in more satisfying ways. We’ve trimmed the high calorie Christmas—the shopping spree, the 12 foot tree, the cooking and baking, the wrapping and mailing—to the small plate version, a main course and two sides.
Shortly after my sister retired she ran herself into the ground with joy. A celebratory road trip through the hottest part of the eastern U.S. coupled with raising her hand to babysit her tribe of grandkids while their parents took a time out landed her in the ICU with severe dehydration.
My mother-in-law called us, in tears. “I’m scared,” she said. “D____ is in trouble.” As she described the phone call she had received from her grandson asking for money and pleading with her not to tell anyone about his desperate situation, we knew immediately that she was being scammed.