Lessons from My Granddad

Granddaddy’s eyesight was in decline by the time I was born. Maybe it had something to do with the kerosene lantern he read by in his early years. Despite his eighth-grade education, Granddaddy loved books before electricity arrived in his shack. His Bible and dictionary were tattered and worn from decades of use.  Because I was born late into my …

Memories of Mama

I put down my book and looked at my watch—1:15 a.m. Surely I could fall asleep now. After all, I was already in bed. The events of the week had been tiring. A fifteen-hour flight back to the States. A graveside service for my 79-year-old dad. A stretch of tedious days and nights with my elderly mom. I wondered how …

The Fish Fry

I still remember those summers. According to my memories, the first fish fry was in the late ‘60s. According to black and white photos, the events started long before I was born. The parents, or maybe even grandparents of those I remember, began this summer celebration at a time when cotton was blooming and catfish were jumping. Living landlocked, my …

The Congealed Closet Party

It started, I admit, with memories of my childhood. Recollections of a simpler time when cats birthed their kittens in the barn and school buses delivered their children on dirt roads. Soon, my nostalgia smelled the shaved cedar in number two pencils and the pungent, earthiness of a new box of crayons. Like a butterfly, my consciousness flitted across images …

The Swinging Sixties

I grew up in the Swinging Sixties on a suspended wooden seat, pumping hard to kick the sky. While adults talked of riots, assassinations, and a war in Vietnam, I thought of playgrounds, Schwinn bikes, and Charles Schultz. I watched black and white episodes of Bonanza, Andy Griffith, and The Lucy Show at home despite major television companies producing them …

My Sister Kay

“Have this attitude… which was also in Christ Jesus, who… emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant” (Philippians 2:5,7).     Very few people bother to truly live this command. Sure, it’s memorized, rationalized, and compartmentalized, but it is hardly ever actualized. As I think about it, there is one person I know who has been emptying herself for …

Nushin’

  Even by age five, he was tall, good-looking, and could easily pass for a grade-school boy. While in Texas with his cousins, he was a boisterous risk-taker, constantly conniving new antics on tree limbs and livestock. But, during the move to California he turned introspective. Guess starting over without your daddy can do that to you. His mama’s friends …