Despite withered arms marked with age spots and dark purple lesions, the kind that happen to those who have lived long and whose bodies are preparing a final farewell to this life, his presence still commanded respect and attention. As he celebrated his ninety-fifth birthday this month, my imperfectly perfect grandpa began to share memories…
Dear Future Husband, I squeeze my toothpaste from the middle. It’s true. I’m one of those people, though I never thought I would be. I always pictured myself as the strategically-push-every-last-drop-from-the-bottom person. But alas, God did not make me one of those. He made me a squeeze-from-the-middle person. Why am I telling you this? First,…
“Men are never sure,” he told me. “In fact, you’ll never fully understand how unsure and insecure men really are.” I looked down into the face of experience—70-years-married experience, come Christmas Day 2014. He looked terribly uncomfortable laying there in the hospital bed, propped up at an awkward angle to favor his new right hip….
Several years ago my sister-in-law returned from a trip with matching jackets for my husband and me. When we tried on the army green fleece jackets, we couldn’t help but laugh at our reflection in the mirror. While it was cute for us to dress alike, it was obvious that the jacket looked better on…
If you google “food addiction research,” some of the first results listed are the websites for: Food Addiction Institute (FIA), The Huffington Post and Harvard Medical School. There are some very smart people studying this topic, which makes me think it’s an issue worth studying. Peruse those websites and you’ll find a similar question being…
