I’m not thankful for the sunshine, the lake, the sand toys, the flip flops, the salty snacks, the breeze, the sunglasses, the water, the park, or our rockstar parking place.

Last Mother’s Day all three of us, Mom, Dad, and brother, were witnesses to grief beyond our informed expectations.

I had hoped it would be a learning experience for George. Batman was supposed to teach George that it’s okay to make mistakes. Apparently, I would be learning the lesson tonight.

Spontaneous, impetuous, impulsive. Our blessing and our curse.

Whitney gave me a window into another culture, another musical expression, another group of people that I didn’t really understand.

Ruth the Moabite, this outcast, this widow, becomes part of Israel’s story. Ruth comes to Israel and says, “Take me in,” and a King is born.