The idea behind “The Blessing Jar” is being aware of, well, positive moments. Blessings. In the words of one of my pastor mentors, “Celebrate the Wins.”
It was being the neighborhood — nay, the family’s — personal police officer that Officer Friendly, became his friendliest. Reluctantly, but reliably. Get pulled over? Call Billy. Court date? Call…
“I bet you get a lot of crap about your name!” mused the car rental clerk while typing my driver’s license number. Whether instigated by Austin Powers, The Slasher Killer, or my own insecurities, being me hasn’t been easy. I cope by creating my own fun.
The life of “The Ten Commandments” was its action. Its significance was family bonding. We not only embrace unity and laughter, but ethnic pride.
Come December and you begin looking for Christmas gifts for the young set, you learn you’re not as grown up as you thought.
If you’ve ever been in a mall and lost your kids, you can imagine how Joseph and Mary felt running around looking for Jesus. For three days.
What do Santa Claus, James Earl Jones, Othello and tulips have in common? This updated memoir ties the Christmas threads.
Vikki handles my road trips better than I handle hers. I dislike when she’s gone and it’s just Camille and me. Not because of Camille, but because I’m less adept at being mother AND dad than Vik is.
Perhaps you know that feeling. That what-time-of-day-where-am-I?-sensation, made more disorienting by the place you find yourself when you’ve awakened.
Despite my own non-singing snobbery for banal lyrics, atonal voices, or sacrilegious album covers, I greatly enjoy the efforts of artists who have recorded Christmas music. I am ever-open to being surprised when I make a new discovery. Like anyone, my musical appreciation depends on my mood…