Continuing the tour of beautiful brides… Here’s Robin Lee Hatcher in ’89! Doesn’t she look great? Robin writes: First a note about my wedding dress. It was purchased for and worn first by my 5′ 10″ eldest daughter. Two years later, I wore it (as I am under 5′ 6″ it had to be shortened plus I used a belled …
Beautiful Brides: Deborah Raney
Being as I wrote a book about four brides and a wedding dress, I asked some author friends to share their wedding pictures and stories with me. Now I’m sharing them with you! First up, the beautiful Deborah Raney! “When I met Ken Raney and it was almost love at first sight. We dated all summer, but in the fall, …
Things We Don’t See Anymore
Something happened… I don’t remember what, but it occurred to me, “Man, you don’t see that anymore.” I came up with a quick list of things I used to see but rarely if ever do now. Sweat stains Girdle lines Dandruff (at least I don’t) Overheating cars on the side of the road. Teased hair Beehive hairdo Frosted hair Wrinkled …
Thanksgiving memory
The fall of ’76, we lived in Homestead, Florida. My parents had a large home group and we all gathered for Thanksgiving, outside, in the side yard of our house. There had to be thirty of us with kids and all. I remember it was a breezy day with thick blue clouds hovering over us. And it was the day …
A man named Brett Bush
I was eighteen, out of high school having graduated six months early, and doing nothing much but working and hanging out. Riding horse. (That confession rendered another hilarious Hubby-Rachel moment. A few weeks ago I said, “Yeah, I graduated, hung out, worked a lot, rode horses.” “You rode horses.” He arched one brow because he has that talent. “Yeah, couple …
08.08.08
On 7.7.’77, I was sixteen, working at Publix in Cutler Ridge, FL. One of the bag boys, Ronny Paul, said today is 7.7.’77 and noted how many years it would be before we had 8.8.’88, and 9.9.’99 and now it’s 8.8.08. What’s in a number anyway? Here’s what I wrote in my diary on July 7, ’77. “Today is 7,7,’77 …
I crack myself up…
For reason I’ll keep to myself, I’m reading my old diaries. I gotta tell you, if you’re a teenager or have a teenager, please, keep a diary or tell them to keep a diary. I love pulling out my diaries and reading them. I laugh out loud every other page. I kept them for seventeen years and after I got …
Memorial Day
I was probably six or seven years old when I became aware of the Vietnam war. We lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma and my dad attended ORU and worked part-time as a youth pastor. The teens then – oh, they seemed so old and mature to me – wore aluminum wrist bands with the name of their friends or family fighting …
Ever have one of those days?
The kind where nothing is pressing? No worries. No deadline pressure. The house doesnt’ need much tending, the kids are away. The laundry in the dryer can wait. The sun is shining bright and warm. The dog is bathed and clean, and there are still three hours left in the afternoon. In the distance is the sound of a mower, …
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