I have a confession. I’m a procrastinator by nature. I need help staying on task and organized. I recently shared with a neighbor that I have a daily and weekly chore list with little boxes I check off as I complete a task. He remarked, “You don’t strike me as a list person.”  I smiled and replied, “I’m not.”  I asked my husband to write the lists for me, to help me remember what needs doing each day to keep our home tidy. My husband recently said to me, “You’re not a planner, are you?”  I laughed and said, “You’re kidding me, right?  You asked me to marry you eleven…

This is a difficult post to write, but I cannot be silent. With the recent presidential decision to remove the United States troops from Afghanistan, the nation has collapsed into chaos and misery as the Taliban have taken control. Heartbreaking footage of Afghanis running alongside a departing U.S. Air Force plane highlights their desperation to escape. Video footage from Aljazeera.com shows several people clinging to the plane after takeoff, only to plummet to their deaths when they could no longer hold on. Dear readers, when professional athletes disparage the United States, this is the video they should be forced to watch on a loop. If you have grown up amongst…

My husband is an avid fan of home renovation television programs. Today he asked me to humor him and watch a few episodes, so I did. We watched back-to-back episodes of the HGTV channel’s ‘Home Town,’ with hosts Ben and Erin Napier. Ben and Erin are natives of Laurel, Mississippi, and they have renovated over fifty homes in and around their modest hometown. Their labor of love is bringing the town back to life.   Rooms are gutted to the studs and then the real fun begins of bringing the host’s vision to life. This is where I always get lost. I cannot see these elaborate ideas in my mind.…

Three weeks ago, my husband and our son came home from his weekly piano lesson. As they walked through the door, I caught my husband saying to our son, “You’ll have to ask Mom what she thinks about that. She remembers a lot of details that I don’t.” Hmmm. My curiosity was piqued. What could our son possibly want to know that his dad didn’t feel he could answer thoroughly? Our son turned to me and asked me, “Is my father a good man?” Our son is adopted. His birth parents are my oldest daughter and a man she had partnered with for a short while. Thankfully, I was prepared…