It’s not that the girls were naughty Sunday.  There were just circumstances that occurred that led Jesse and I to want to pull our hair out.  Like Harper’s exclamation, “Mommy!  I found the stamps!” minutes after she’d just had a bath and put on her Sunday best.  Minutes before we were to leave for church.  It is amazing the little… View Post

Last year I wrote about a friend of Hadley’s that I named Bud.  He’s still around and I’m learning what a nice guy “Bud” is.  Certainly not the kind of person you should make rumors about regarding the number of toes he has. For example, Hadley told me the story about the time Bud picked her hat up for her… View Post

I lived with three girls in college.  We tried to go to church on Sundays.  “Tried” being the operative word here.  Of the many things I learned at Calvin College, one of them was the term “Bedside Baptist.”  You have to watch out for those Christian educated folk. Anyway, one Sunday morning one of my roommates was looking at the… View Post

Jesse was in Hawaii a few weeks ago, and when he came back he told me about spinner dolphins (at least, I think that’s what they’re called).  He said that as they pop out of the water, they spin themselves around and around until they slam back into the ocean. He said that millions of dollars was spent into researching… View Post

I used to be a teacher.  Have I mentioned that before?  Maybe that’s becoming the blue tuxedo of stories: my days of glory when I’d stand in front of a crowd of lip glossed or Axe wearing adolescents and make them forget their troubles using only my words. Ehem. Recently, I’ve been able to dust off my teaching skills because… View Post