Welcome Reed

Our second grandson, Reed, came into the world about two-and-a-half weeks ago.  As far as I know (and I think I’d know), his parents have been blessed with relative normalcy. Of course, they’re on the steep part of the learning curve so even the routine can be challenging and at times intimidating, but still, things are goingContinue reading “Welcome Reed”

Welcome Lincoln

Lincoln James Green came into the world Saturday April 4th, 2015 at 10:04 am. We were on the road, traveling from our home in east central Alabama to his home in central Arkansas when the pictures and text notified us of the blessed event. Lincoln’s mother (Kenzie) grew up in Abilene and I like toContinue reading “Welcome Lincoln”

Top Ten List for VBS in Romania

Okay, this is what you’ve been waiting for—our top 10 list from VBS. Drum roll please . . .  # 10 — Hunt the Duck (dodge ball . . . sort of) – I think it’s called this because two people stand on either side, while the rest of the kids (ducks) are in the middle. One throws atContinue reading “Top Ten List for VBS in Romania”

This Is Where We Came In

All families have their own little peculiarities that mark them as family. These also serve the purpose of providing wonderful fodder for their children to swap with other children in the never-ending game of one-upmanship, a competition which has been going on longer than the Olympics. One of the peculiarities of my family was thatContinue reading “This Is Where We Came In”

The Tree (1)

Here’s a story from my childhood days.  Thanks to Paula Morrel and the good people at Tales from the South for allowing me to share it on their program and publishing it in their book Tales from the South: Volume 3. One day when I was about twelve, I was out in the spacious field that served as our back yard. BothContinue reading “The Tree (1)”

The Part That Matters

When our oldest daughter was in first grade, I would drop her off at school on my way to work. Our daily trip took us by a large cemetery located in middle of town. Being six years old, she had a number of questions about it which I thought I did a decent job answering.   She wasn’t satisfied thoughContinue reading “The Part That Matters”