Friends Who Help Us Find Our Way

Sometimes it’s the simplest moments – the seemingly insignificant events of an ordinary day – that make all the difference in our lives. Like the day in high school when my friend Carolyn asked me to compete in a speech tournament. “Hey, Sally,” she said. “We need somebody to do impromptu speaking at the Old…

Remembering

Driving through Austin this weekend made me remember all the times I hauled students to the University of Texas for the U.I.L. state tournament. I drove past a hotel where we stayed one year for the state cross-examination debate tournament. That was the year that during dinner at Papasita’s, one of the guys ate a…

No Drink.

“No, we’re not getting a drink.” That’s what she told me as we walked briskly by the water fountain and into the auditorium. Quite frankly I don’t remember anything about the whole incident because I was just a toddler. But I know the story well from my mother telling it. We were traveling to a…

Catching Up With Downton Abbey

All my life I’ve heard that if you’ll just do something every day for a month that it will become a habit.

I have not found this to be true for me.

But thank God, I get to try again.

More Than a Loaded Baked Potato

My dad’s been staying with me while he recovers from back surgery and this past week we ventured out of the house for the first time for dinner. Daddy wanted a steak, but when the waitress set the plate down in front of him, all I could see was the baked potato. Cheese, bacon bits,…

Lilies after Easter

When we started to have some warmer days awhile back, one afternoon while I was letting Chester outside, I noticed something on my patio that I didn’t expect. You see, last year I bought a lily for Easter. They were selling them at my church in honor of those who had passed away during the…

Last Suppers

About this time last year, my cousin, Andy, brought a couple of guys with him to help move my parents into an assisted living facility. They left early so the guys could get back home in the same day. I’d been secretly packing things the week before, not wanting to disturb my ailing mother, both…

The Taste of Love

The sense of taste, so they say, is almost as powerful a memory trigger as the sense of smell. So last Friday night when I put the first bite in my mouth, I was instantly taken back. The smooth texture of the not-too-sweet cream cheese frosting, chock full of pecans. The crunch of carrots mixed…

The Colors of Kindness

I love watching the CBS evening news. Especially the last story of the broadcast, because it features somebody doing something good in the world. Like those guys who changed my tire last week when I had a blowout on Interstate 30, just outside of downtown Dallas. Fortunately, not long after I ran over whatever it…

Flowerpot Cakes

One year I saved up all my money to buy a cake for Mama on Mother’s Day. I’d had my eye on these cakes shaped like flower pots since early spring, when they first started making them at The Cake Box bakery. The Cake Box was where Mama always took me after I got my…

Seder Meals & Red Cross Volunteers

Sometimes I feel like the lone survivor of a Tsunami. Like the person whose entire village was washed away by a tidal wave. The person who lost not only one of the people closest to her, but her whole community as well. The Red Cross relief volunteers come and bring supplies, they help rebuild, they…

About Time

Awhile back I watched this movie about a guy who had the ability to travel through time. All the men in his family had the gift. They could travel back into time, revisit any situation, repair relationship blunders, correct those awkward moments in life you’d give anything to do over. The only catch was that…