Category: Thinking Out Loud

  • We Are Not All in the Same Boat, But We Are in the Same Storm

    We Are Not All in the Same Boat, But We Are in the Same Storm

    We are not all in the same boat, but we are in the same storm. Some of us are in a yacht. Others are in a leaky rowboat, barely keeping afloat. Many are somewhere in between. The current issues of institutional racism and the pandemic affect each of us differently.

  • Handmade Valentine Card – Date Unknown

    Handmade Valentine Card – Date Unknown

    Today’s throwback is a Valentine from my dad to my mom. Or it might have been an anniversary card, but since tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, I’m going to say it was a Valentine.

  • Decorating the Church for Christmas

    Decorating the Church for Christmas

    Every year we help decorate our church for Christmas. All four boys were home for this event and they helped too. This has become a family tradition. And their help is always appreciated since they know the drill and they have strong arms to carry all of the trees and boxes from the basement.

  • Hopeful Waiting: Time To Get Out the Advent Wreath

    Hopeful Waiting: Time To Get Out the Advent Wreath

    I love the season of Advent! I’ll break out the Christmas decorations in a couple of weeks, but for now I am going to experience the joy of hopeful waiting. So I got out the base of my Advent wreath. I still need to get some greenery to put around it, but for now that…

  • Price Is Not the Same as Value

    Price Is Not the Same as Value

    Bigger is not better. More stuff does not mean more happiness. Price is not the same as value. We live in a society which really values money and material goods. After I had already written these words a few days ago, I talked to a friend of mine who has left her job to return…

  • My Dad, a WWII and Korean War Veteran

    My Dad, a WWII and Korean War Veteran

    My dad passed away over 6 years ago. He was a member of “The Greatest Generation” and served in World War II and the Korean War. We are fortunate to have an autobiography he wrote after he retired. Part of it recounts how he joined the Navy in 1944. He was seventeen years old.