If I know every scripture and prayer, but I have not love I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I go to church every single week, and preach to my friends, and know more than everyone else about God, and have every answer, but have not love, I am nothing. If I … Continue reading The Way of Love
Southern Culture
I am a southern girl. I have visited many beautiful places around the country, but the South is my home. I was raised in Atlanta. I grew up going to special lunches at the Swan Coach House and downtown Rich’s at Christmas to ride the Pink Pig. Our field trips took us to the Cyclorama, … Continue reading Southern Culture
Letter from a Dog Named Bella
I have a guest blogger today. This is what our dog Bella would write if she could… Dear Mom and Dad, When Rusty got sick I thought he was faking it for attention. I mean what better way to get you to grant his every wish than to pretend his back legs didn’t work. I … Continue reading Letter from a Dog Named Bella
Trust Your Footing
My summer has finally arrived. After working a half day Friday and laying by the pool the other half, I feel like my break has really started. Then on Saturday my hiking buddy Jessica came up so we could hike our favorite trail…Raven Cliffs. We got an early start so as to beat the heat, … Continue reading Trust Your Footing
Last Day of School
We have a tradition at my school. On the last day, after the buses are loaded, we all meet at the end of the bus circle and wait. When they pull out, as every single bus goes by, we wave and cheer. I swear the buses are all leaning to one side as all the … Continue reading Last Day of School
Dearest P Squad
I have spent the last few nights, up late reading your blogs about the earthquake and subsequent days. Wow. No words can describe the history you have been a part of in that country. I cannot even comprehend the myriad of feelings you must have felt and continue to feel. I would think sorting it … Continue reading Dearest P Squad
Once a WR Parent…
I began this blog after the first earthquake in Nepal and couldn’t quite get it finished…until today after the second one. Once a World Race parent, always a World Race parent…at least that is how it seems to me. My daughter has been home for a year and so you would think that my time … Continue reading Once a WR Parent…
Come to the Well
Becoming a mother was a magical moment. A moment I had dreamed of since I was a small girl. All I ever wanted was to be a mom. Every story circle at preschool, when we went around telling what we wanted to be when we grew up, I said, “A mom.” I remember the teacher … Continue reading Come to the Well
Ode To Dogs
Pet is too small a word. It is one dimensional. It is flat and cannot contain all that it is supposed to describe. Companion is a better one… One who walks beside Or maybe Champion… One who defends, and protects Affectionate one… Whose whole body explodes with joy At the sight of one of us … Continue reading Ode To Dogs
Tribute to Rusty
We got Rusty at a soccer game. An odd place to acquire a puppy I know. The genius woman who wanted to get rid of several abandoned puppies knew what she was doing. They were gone in minutes. We were the proud owners of a Dachshund/Chihuahua mix…a chiweenie they call it. At least that is … Continue reading Tribute to Rusty
Michelle's Mosaic 