Love your God. Love your neighbor. Love yourself.
I hated the idea of becoming a grandmother when my first grandchild was born three years ago today. Of course I was thrilled that my daughter was becoming a mother, but me? A grandma? I was 51, "too young," and too prideful to see myself as "old" like that. For me, being a grandmother was... Continue Reading →
I was married at the age of twenty and enjoyed decades of being told I looked too young to be the mother of seven children and the wife of 30+ years. Those days are done, for sure. When I tell people I'm a grandmother, they don't flinch. As hard as that may be to accept,... Continue Reading →
By now you know that a small group of torch-bearing white supremacists converged on Lee Park in Charlottesville to remind us they don't want brown people in America. This situation was on my mind as I sang about the love of Jesus in church yesterday and my heart was filled with hope for America. Practically speaking,... Continue Reading →
Have you ever wondered why grandmothers enjoy children so much? It's not just because we are madly in love with our grandchildren. And it's not just because we want to recapture a long-gone season of nurturing, whether our own grands or other little ones. I can't speak for all grandmothers, but I enjoy my grandchildren... Continue Reading →
