I was driving down a long stretch of highway, somewhere between Arkansas and Texas, when I saw the words, ‘Real Christians Obey God’s Teachings’ fill an entire billboard. My first feeling was anger. Why would someone want to put that on a billboard? It reminded me of my grandmother telling me that ‘God won’t like […]
One of the most frightening things that I’ve ever had to do is hold a sedated horse for my husband. I don’t do it often. And, when I do, it is because I am his very last resort to be a vet assistant. Just imagine holding 800-1200 pounds of wobbling beast. My husband becomes so […]
If you ever wanted to make me cry, forget about being mean. That won’t work. My hillbilly ire may be raised a bit, but I will not cry. But, if you are kind, it gets me, every time. It touches the soft part of my heart that spills over like an April shower that […]
Eleven years before I was born, Henry Heaton died. He was my paternal grandfather and he was an alcoholic. I don’t know much about him. What I do know explains a lot about the fear and shame that I inherited surrounding the disease of addiction. There was one story that my dad told many times. […]
Last Friday, I was a bundle of nerves. No one thing had happened. But, I had nagging fears that something would. You see, I was concerned because my plans were not coming along as I thought they should. Over the course of the day, those anxieties seemed to grow to the point that they were […]