I still remember the Summer day that I met Hannah. My husband and I were renting an apartment during baseball season and one morning I was sitting beside the complex pool when Hannah walked through the gate. She was very tall, with a swimmer’s body. She was eighty years old. She swam her laps, got… Continue reading An Alien in a Garden of Beasts
There’s a little coffee house next to the apartment complex where we live during Spring Training. I usually walk down to it every Sunday morning after watching our church service back home. Emily is the barista on Sundays. She remembers me from last year, even remembers my favorite iced coffee drink. We always have a… Continue reading God’s Game Piece
I was home from college sitting with my step-father and mother at the supper table digging into one of my mother’s delicious meals, when the subject came up about me getting married one day. The two of them talking like I wasn’t even in the room. My mother said one thing, then my step-father said,… Continue reading The Perfect Man
We climbed out of the truck, leaving it with the valet, and made our way to the hotel entrance. I noticed an elderly couple sitting on a bench and asked, “How are y’all today?” The old man replied, “Broke,” and gave me a weary grin. The hotel we were walking into was part of a… Continue reading Broke, Crossing the Red Line
Each baseball season I have an assigned seat. Whether at home or away, I am given a ticket for each game and printed on that ticket is where I’m told I will sit for the next two to three hours, sometimes longer. In the past thirty plus years in those seats, I have made lifelong… Continue reading The Dusty Seat
In a small town you drive by green stalks of corn waving in the breeze, cotton fields of snow, and fields of maze topped with a golden shock top as they grow under a blue sky that goes on forever and ever. In a small town you take your time. You walk down the street… Continue reading In A Small Town
In just a few weeks, in just a few mornings, I’ll be waking up in Chattanooga. Back in my nice, comfy Rice Bed feeling like I never left home. The fact is, we haven’t been in our home since February. Six weeks of Spring Training then five months of ballgames and life with a Baseball… Continue reading Truly Home
It’s funny how when you open up your Bible and begin reading, God places before you a certain verse or verses that you need to learn from. This morning when I opened my Bible to Ephesians, there it was. He knows I need to work a little more on my Inner Towanda. Don’t use bad… Continue reading Fixing My Inner Towanda
Several years ago, Phillip was working for the St. Louis Cardinals and we were with their team in Springfield, Missouri. Not far from our apartment was Springfield National Cemetery. It looks like most National Cemeteries with the uniformed white stone grave markers in rows upon rows set in the green grass and surrounded by a… Continue reading With Gratitude
I love spending time tending a garden and working in the yard. That’s one of the things I miss about being away from my home, that time spent digging in the dirt, mowing the grass and smelling the scent of that fresh dirt and newly mown grass. So, when a friend came over for supper… Continue reading Tending What Has Been Planted
