Monthly Archives: March 1998

My hands reached up and steadied the oak beam my husband was jacking into place in the basement under our house. As he measured the distance to the floor beams above, I glanced over at our then 1-year-old. He stood … Continue reading →

Through e-mail, my grandbaby’s mother keeps me posted on the baby’s discovery of the world. She writes: “I’m not taking Ginger to the store with me again for a long time. We went shopping for fruits and milk and confronted … Continue reading →

We used to have a living room, dining area and foyer and a garage. For three months, they all have been missing. Gone in a cloud of dust, leaving behind the hallow vault of concrete, sheet rock walls and dust. … Continue reading →

My son and his dirty clothes piled in the family car with me to go home for spring break. We left the campus talking about people, classes and philosophies. As we entered Union County he paused, looked at me and … Continue reading →

I rushed home Thursday evening, ran to the bedroom and grabbed a change of clothes. My husband and I were in a rush to be on our way to a Bill Gaither concert in Monroe. I barely had time to … Continue reading →