Today has been a whirlwind. We’ve got company coming for dinner and to spend the night. Can’t wait to see them but I have gone into my usual frantic house straightening, crazy cooking, why didn’t I do this YESTERDAY instead of X, Y, or Z-ing? mode.
Last minute has been my M.O. since Miley was barely a twerk in her daddy’s eye. Continue reading →
Grandmother (second from left) and Aunt Dorothy (far right) at home in 1931
It’s November 1st, and time to begin Thirty Days of Thanksgiving, my second annual day-by-day reminder of the world’s many blessings.
It’s also All Saints Day, when Catholics honor those saints who, although exemplary, don’t have a day just their own.
I’m the granddaughter of two Baptist ministers and the niece of another. In many Protestant catechisms–and especially in the Baptist way of thinking–any soul saved by belief in Jesus and his divinity is a “saint.” No beatification needed.
So today, I’m going to be sentimental (when am I not?) and be grateful for two saints of my own, rest in peace: my dear grandmother, Lillie Mae, and for my Aunt Dorothy, churchgoing women both. Even better, they were women who lived their faith in their kindness, generosity, and devotion to family. Continue reading →