Walking in June and July 2018

Packing up and Heading Out

The summer of 2018 will be remembered as packing up and heading out, or at least preparing to head out.

So much preparation went into preparing the house for the auction that Mr. Patient and I  just Continue reading “Walking in June and July 2018”

Casseroles and Tacos

Have you ever had a crazy idea that turned out to be such a blessing? That’s what has happened this month to a friend of ours and me (Katie). We have launched a project which has actually Continue reading “Casseroles and Tacos”

Walking in February 2018

Hey ya’ll!

Thanks for being here and walking life with us! We love the community that is building here and on Instagram and YouTube. We even show up on Twitter, Facebook and Pinterest sometimes. Please share us with your friends on your social media sites. We sure would be appreciative.

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What do Brett Favre, Dolly Parton and Richard Thomas have in common? Part 1

Yep, I know you. You have lost restful sleep over this very question. Please, allow me to put your mind at ease and provide the key that brings a resolution to your wondering.

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A fellow whose fame was lost on me (1997)

Let’s start with Brett….Back in 1997 my oldest son, Trev, and I were headed on a flight from Tennessee toward Ohio to visit my grandparents. I wasn’t too excited to be going because that morning at worship service I had had a feeling that my second son was becoming ill. He had been struggling with a condition but I had hoped he would be well enough for Trev and me to make this quick trip to check on my ill Grandpa. My brother was already there, as were my parents. I really wanted to check on him myself.

Very shortly (as in mere hours) after having arrived on the mid-Ohio family farm, Mr. Patient called and said that I had to return home. Our baby was very sick and we needed to return him to Vanderbilt Hospital. He would meet me there but I had to figure out how to get back home and quickly. My family was kind to help me figure this situation out. There were no flights out of Columbus (one hour away from the farm), so my brother drove us to Cincinnati at 2AM (3+ hours from the farm, one way). Bless him. He didn’t get any sleep that night and neither did I. You can imagine my state of concern, not to mention what I looked like! I hadn’t slept since Saturday night and this was Monday morning. Trev and I bought our sick baby a stuffed dog at the airport gift shop and we waited in the sparsely populated too-early morning airport to board the plane for the 4:30AM flight back to Nashville, mere hours after having flown into Columbus.

Once on board and buckled in, a scruffy man sat down Continue reading “What do Brett Favre, Dolly Parton and Richard Thomas have in common? Part 1”

I Can’t Feed Myself

Well, I CAN, I just DON’T. When I published yesterday’s Instagram post with the theme, “be kind to yourself”, “forgive yourself for yesterday”, “take care of your soul”, “do something for yourself today” and all that jazz, I meant it. I really did. That pretty plate of healthy food was for real and made by me for me…the day prior. Today is a different matter. I am tired. Tired of chores…questions…duties…lists…material possessions lying around…questions…laundry…dirty dishes…unfulfilled plans…unwritten thank-you notes…sticky floors…unread articles and books…ungraded math sheets…overdue library books (and that one we lost)…my poor health…perpetual piano practice…and did I mention questions?? Mamas (and Daddies!) get tired. ALL parents do, except those with full-time nannies and maids. Maybe they get tired, too; I wouldn’t know. This little chat is for mamas, ladies, and, yes, men who are blessed with ladies in their lives. Men, you need to learn “how it is” in case you haven’t already figured it out.

Watch One of our “Don’t Stop” Days here

In the days of my government school teaching of grades 3 and 5 and then day care directing of 100 children and 25 employees, I grew tired. Working sixty-plus hours a week on top of homekeeping was rough (and family-damaging, I must admit)! Motherhood-weariness is not reserved for working-outside-the-home moms, single moms, self-employed moms, homeschool moms, large-family moms, or any particular group. It is not a respecter of mothers. It picks on all hard-working, hard-loving, non-stopping maternal folks who give their all for family, friends and even faith. If you can’t relate, it might be a good idea to go ahead Continue reading “I Can’t Feed Myself”

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