Sitting in the garth after church, snacking and visiting with a fellow parishioner across the table, I suddenly felt a little bump. My friend pointed to my lap and said, “Your grandbaby just face-planted into his pickle.”
Generally speaking, I’m not a depressed person. But this past week? All the rain we had in Arkansas got me feeling “under the weather” and downright gloomy.
Will I ever outgrow sticking my foot in my mouth? The answer is No.
He moved her chair to the driveway and, staying hopeful, waited for her to come home from the hospital …
Last week was a whirlwind of social engagements and a throwback to my twenties.