A Mother’s Stories
I kicked off my shoes and stretched out across the bed. My husband, Phil, continued typing at the make-shift desk he had set up in our bedroom, but asked over his shoulder, “You and Angie enjoy the concert?”
Closing my eyes and cradling my head on a fluffy yellow pillow sham, I answered, “We did.”
“Carolyn called,” he added. “She says the Old Graysville House is for sale.” (more…)
Through the years, I have ripped into some really great gifts from my children for Mother’s Day, my birthday, and other occasions. The best presents, I believe, do not necessarily arrive in the largest boxes or most ornate wrapping. My favorite gifts touch me on an emotional level and show me just how well my children know me.
Among the best gifts I have received are a bookcase from Joseph, a care package from Rachel, and a set of picture frames from Rebecca. Unimpressed? Maybe you (more…)
My younger sister, Angeline, serves as our family’s historian. In 1995, she traveled to Woodbury, a small farm town in middle Tennessee, hoping to learn more out about Coga and Mary Wilson, our mother’s parents.
Known by most as Cogy and Molly, our grandparents (more…)
My three teenagers rushed through breakfast, anxious to leave for an all-day outing with their church youth group. Phil, my husband, had already left for an event with his Boy Scout troop. As I cleared the table, fourteen-year-old Rebecca asked, “Mama, will you be okay here by yourself all day?” (more…)
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