Monthly Archives: May 2020

I Remember a Fence and a Tricycle, But Not Much Else

Is your childhood home really supposed to be an empty spot in your memory?

Taking Baby Steps

I can still remember wondering if our oldest son Chris would graduate from high school holding onto someone’s hand. He’d hit all his first-year milestones at the expected times:  rolling over, sitting up, crawling, cruising (walking while holding onto furniture) and then WHAM! At eight months of age, Chris developed a persistent ear infection thatContinue reading “Taking Baby Steps”

Get on Your Shoes: It’s Resurrection Day!

Since Pastor Teddy started televising his sermons following The Lockdown, our family has been faithfully gathering in front of the TV each Sunday morning at 9:30 am. There have been video glitches and mikes that cut in and out at inopportune times, and a time the screen froze for a few minutes and we shoutedContinue reading “Get on Your Shoes: It’s Resurrection Day!”

Following in the Footsteps of the Ducks Who Raised Me

I’m not saying that I didn’t love my parents. It’s just their method of raising us 4 kids was kind of… shall we say unconventional? Both were single children, and both had a lot of baggage. Grandma was a bit of a nutcase, and my mom had inherited her parent’s mental disposition. Her love wasContinue reading “Following in the Footsteps of the Ducks Who Raised Me”