When we were in college, we had a professor who was a very deliberate teacher. When we would complain about a certain assignment, he would say; “Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I think I’ll go eat worms.” Now, I have no idea what great poet penned those words (it could have been that professor for all I know), but …
March 17
My mother stepped into Heaven about ten-and-a-half years ago. Our pastor had asked her grandchildren to write something about their Nana that they loved. None of them consulted with the other, but there were marked similarities in what they each wrote. The first theme we noticed was about my mom’s many driving exploits while they were in the car. Most …