Monthly Archives: October 1995

“Tear up these pages and make paper wads,” I said handing out scrap paper to the elementary-aged Sunday School class. “We are going to have a paper wad fight this morning.” The roomful of children stared My co-worker laughed, “They’ve … Continue reading →

“You want what!? For your birthday this year?” I held the list of suggestions my son had handed me. “Duct tape.” “That two-inch wide gray sticky stuff with strings in it?” “Yep.” I really do try to accommodate, but duct … Continue reading →

Last Monday evening, my daughter was driving us home to Parkers Chapel when flashing lights and emergency vehicles blocked our path. “Pull off and stop back from the other cars,” I directed. “I better drive for now. We’ll have to … Continue reading →

Robbye Hoggard called me early Friday, “When are you going to start standing your egg on end?” “I began trying a dozen at 6:30 a.m.,” I said. “By 7:30, two of them stood, the rest refused.” By Friday, afternoon, folks … Continue reading →

They may disagree, but the men in our family have formed a new club: The Hershberger Fender Benders. It began the night our newest driver bumped into a cement post at the gas station, knocking out the tail lamp’s plastic … Continue reading →

Robbye Hoggard called me early Friday, “When are you going to start standing your egg on end?” “I began trying a dozen at 6:30 a.m.,” I said. “By 7:30, two of them stood, the rest refused.” By Friday, afternoon, folks … Continue reading →