How It Happens

when I drive away from an unscheduled overnight with my boyfriend

when a heavy wind in the night blows leaves off of trees, baring witness to the change of season

when the creek that ran dry for so long rushes with water from a steady rain

when I pass and wave at the mail carrier for whom I will be substituting

when Fred sees me and cries his meow saying, “just where have you been? I’m hungry!” then, sated, curls beside me on the bed

when Gracie returns from her walkabout, satisfied that all is well with the land

when a stocking hat, two oil lamps, and a lit candle are enough to keep me warm in my tiny bedroom

when I hear the sound of rain on the roof, but I am dry

then I wonder: how did this happen? how is it that I am here? from where did the strength come to change almost everything in my life so that I can now see the likes of falling leaves and rushing creeks that make me cry?

how wonderful and marvelous it is to love and appreciate one’s life

Happy Thanksgiving, Y’all

First, you have to clean the house…

Then, you have to decorate. I decided to go practical this year…

More decorating…

You can even decorate with the food. In this case, the pies. Chocolate, sweet potato, pineapple

Set the table. This was new for us this year. Usually, we wind up sitting anywhere we can. But this year we cobbled together a common table that sat fourteen…


Downton Abbey style, ’cause we’re classy like that…

Cook the turkey. And whatever else didn’t get assigned from The Thanksgiving Menu

Prep the turkey pumpkin centerpiece

Pray the Thanksgiving prayer

Eat all that delicious food (including Mike’s jalapeño poppers)…

Instantly fall asleep…


Give thanks for years of giving thanks

Room for Gratitude

Thanksgiving Scene

I sent the Thanksgiving menu assignment email a few minutes ago. Twelve members of our family plus one good friend (you have to have guest so family will behave; it’s a RULE) will join Frank and I on Thursday for a meal consisting of the same menu items for last fourteen years.

I need to get my butt off the couch clean the bathrooms, mop the floor, and dust. But for now, I’m going to take a minute to be grateful. My life is far from perfect. I have my share of frustration, disappointment, anxiety, and fear. But my God! I’m a lucky, blessed, fortunate—whatever you want to call it—man!

Thanksgiving and Christ the King

CHRIST OUR KING counsels a lifestyle of simplicity and trust. Look around you at the simple beauty and plenitude that God has so generously given; let go of the cultural inducements to “need” this, “need” that, endlessly buying in the temples of the economy. Live simply, trusting God to supply all our needs – in the “supplying,” God redefines our needs. As we learn to trust God’s generosity in this kingdom of God, we will learn to be generous ourselves.

From “Remembrance and Anticipation” by Marjorie Hewitt Suchocki, page 342 in The Upper Room Disciplines 2012: A Book of Daily Devotions. Copyright © 2011 by Upper Room Books.

I Get So Emotional, Baby


This is nothing new. I find myself tearing in response to the oddest things. Recently, it’s gotten worse, or better, depending on your take on it.

I’m happy, so I don’t think it’s a sign of some large and looming issue in my life. No, I suspect it has to do with change, transition, and getting older.

Most often, the tears kick in when I think about my children. How proud I am of each of them! They’re balanced, independent, and for the most part, happy. What more could a parent want? These are tears of gratitude and joy, mixed with nostagia and heartache.

Then again, it’s time for my testosterone, shot, so it could be nothing more than a chemical imbalance.

This morning, I strated crying while listening to Justin Biebers “As Long As You Love Me:”

“As long as you love me we could be starving we could be homeless we could be broke.”

I texted those lyrics to Frank and he replied, “LOL.”

Ruth called me while I was shopping for the Thanksgiving groceries. She had watched an episode of Modern Family and was laughing about y similar the comedy was to her own family. I laughted with her, but it was all I could do not to start crying in Kroger.

When I take a break from work-week rountine, a break that holidays make possible, I am able to step back just enough to see again the amazing life that is mine. I am grateful beyond words for family, friends, good health, and a comfortable home.

Blessings to you this Thanksgiving Day.