This past Saturday, Sarah and I were on our own; Trever was at a train show and Abby was in Arkadelphia visiting her boyfriend. We had plans just to hang out at home before going over to my mom’s as usual on Saturday evening. But not long after I got up, I got a text
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This was move in weekend for many colleges and universities in Arkansas. My Facebook feed was filled with pictures of friends dropping off their freshmen students at school, shedding tears yet excited for the future. A few months ago, I thought we would be doing the same. Abby fully intended to live on campus for
This past weekend was our attempt at one last mini-vacation this summer. Yes, I am aware it’s only mid-July but at this point, I start wishing away the heat and humidity of summertime and longing for fall! In looking back over the weekend, I have some observations to share: Make sure your cabin in the
My mom lives in “town” in Greenbrier – well my Daddy always thought it was too much in town for his taste – but as in many rural areas with more than a city lot, some of her neighbors have livestock in addition to the usual cats, dogs, and occasional chickens. That is why, a
We live in a society where high school graduation is celebrated but is also a given these days. Emphasis is instead place on the awards, the honors, the scholarships, the highest test scores. And those are wonderful accomplishments which absolutely merit accolades. But there are no awards given for perseverance….for enduring years during middle school
Today was our last full day on the coast. Rain is forecast as we are leaving tomorrow so I made a point to get up in time to see the sunrise. I sat out on the balcony for a long while and then came back inside and read while everyone slept in….I eventually dozed back
We had a busy “almost normal” time for the first time in over a year last weekend. Friday was consumed with errands and a routine vet visit. Saturday was a trip to see my father-in-law in South Arkansas for his birthday. And Sunday my sister-in-law and I drove over to Petit Jean Mountain so she
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutesFive hundred twenty five thousand moments so dearFive hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutesHow do you measure? Measure a year? (Seasons of Love, Jonathan Larson, Rent) This isn’t the first time I have referenced lines from Seasons of Love in a post. This past year (2020) would
Dear Sarah, I feel like I should have something monumental to say on this, your 21st birthday. Everyone who knows you knows how sweet and caring you are, how smart and organized, and how dedicated you are to the causes you care deeply about. Although I would like to think you have had a happy
Spring has sprung all over central Arkansas. After a long winter that culminated in a late February snow event, I was ready this year for the milder weather. We only get a brief period of tepid temperatures around here before we jump full force into the heat and humidity of summer, so as soon as