Month: March 2020

  • The Law of Undulation

    The Law of Undulation

    The news is filled with updates on the Coronavirus and its impact on our economy, our health, and our lives.  For most Americans, indeed, for most of the world, we find ourselves in a period of fear.  But fear not. We may be quarantined in the valley of darkness today, but things will get better. …

  • Diary of a Quarantined Homeschool Mom

    Laughter, as one anonymous writer said, is like a windshield wiper.  It doesn’t stop the rain but allows us to keep going. Regardless of why or how, dealing with difficult times with humor has always been a hallmark of the American spirit.  Such is the case during the current Coronavirus crisis.  Some of my favorite…

  • Pondering A Pandemic

    Pondering A Pandemic

    Recent weeks have seen dramatic steps being taken by countries to stem the threat of the Coronavirus (COVID-19).  School closings announced, sports events canceled, travel restrictions enforced, and a barrage of messages from government and medical leaders urging all citizens to take appropriate precautions.   As the number of deaths worldwide continues to rise, no…

  • Living Southern – When Your Wife Is Not

    Living Southern – When Your Wife Is Not

    Any Southern man worth his grits can spot a woman not native to the Southland. Her dress, her demeanor, or her dialogue will give her away.  I considered it a gift from God to have grown up in the American South.  Needless to say, when I started dating again after being a widower for several…

  • Mr. Aye-Aye-Aye

    Mr. Aye-Aye-Aye

    Passing down the family name may be tradition, but it’s a tradition fraught with complications. When naming a son after his father, it is a common practice to add a Junior or Jr.  The next generation becomes the 3rd or III.  And so on.  Sounds simple, but it’s not. Comes across as downright honorary and…

  • Counting My Blessings

    Counting My Blessings

    I had a birthday last month, but alas, I have reached an age where birthday candles pose a fire hazard, or an opportunity to toast marshmallows.  Turning 69 used to be an age I considered old, if not downright ancient.  Now that I have lived for seven decades,  I don’t feel old.  Yes, I have…