• Pat Summitt’s Legacy as an Aunt

    Three years ago, I stood looking out over the red cushioned church pews of Mt. Carmel UMC.  They held young and old, rich and famous, poor and ordinary, champions and underdogs.  And they also held us.  Mom, son, brothers, sister, and 7 nieces and nephews who all throw a little twang to it when we talk about our “Aunt Trish”.  Below is a glimpse into my speaking notes from the day we celebrated her going home… We all know her statistics…eight national championships, 1,098 wins, basketball legacy…BUT I’m going to tell you what it was like growing up with Pat Head Summitt as your aunt.   When your phone rang…

  • Hood Life

    To most people, I’m this wild woman who juggles flaming torches while riding a unicycle and cooking supper, blindfolded.  Wild-yes.  And I’m not afraid to break out my juggling skills, just don’t light them on fire.  But I’ve decided that my life really consists of yelling, “Where is Harrison?” every 5 minutes. A few nights ago, I was elbow deep in e-mails, lists about lists and text messages, while trying to get my work schedule ironed out.  So I didn’t even look up when I yelled, “Where is Harrison?” I heard his little voice from around the corner, “I’m done!” I looked up long enough to make eye contact with…

  • Arms Held High

    I would have rather been punched in the gut by Hulk than hear the words that came out of his mouth. “I want a divorce,” it knocked the air straight out of me. Then he hung up the phone. I stood speechless on the sidelines of our oldest son’s soccer game. I was never speechless, especially at a sporting event. But words couldn’t move past the lump in my throat. What was I going to do? How would I tell his three children? Would they think we were working on soccer agility if I grabbed my kids and sprinted to the car? I had never felt so alone. Shouting my…

  • When Actions Shout

    My dark, curly haired one.  The one with soft brown eyes who could solve a quadratic equation in his sleep.  The one who thinks deep and asks questions that would keep any scholar on his toes.  That’s the one.  I remember the first time he brought the hard question to me.  I was at the kitchen sink.  He was 5.  I didn’t even turn when he entered the room.  “Mom,” he piped up, “what was my birth mom like?”  I dried my hands, took a deep breath and bent down to lock eyes with his, which were already pooling with tears.  “Buddy, there are several things I know for sure. …

  • Ruling Emotions

    I fired up the four-wheeler and revved her up a few times.  Weren’t these supposed to be a Christmas gift to the kids from their grandparents?  I had one of my kids on there with me, so that counted, Merry Christmas kiddo!  I tore out, throwing gravel around the first little curve and hitting 5th gear before I reached the next.  I let out a squeal like a teenage girl at a One Direction concert.  The kid leaning back against my chest let out a squeal too, but it sounded more like they were in a bad scene from a Freddy Kreuger movie, “Mom, I don’t want to ride this…

  • When a Girl Hungers

    Nov. 3, it was cheat day.  For 5 weeks ours eyes had been fixed.  Yes, we were running a 5k that morning but we had our priorities straight, so we knew exactly where and what we were eating once we crossed the finish line.  My mouth watered for some Bar Taco.  I mean, who doesn’t drool at the thought of duck quesadillas and baja fish tacos.  But my friend Becca had plans for breakfast…a Sonic cheeseburger.  She even told us her dream of running the 5k with her cheeseburger in a fanny pack, so that as soon as she crossed the finish line, it would be on! She arrived that…

  • The Shepherd’s Not So Ordinary Night-Part 3

    The night was just starting to unfold.  My mind wandered to the hillside for a second, how was Rod and the flock doing with us not there to protect them?  But my thoughts quickly found their way back to the stall where I sat.  I didn’t need to worry about our sheep, any enemy that had seen the glory of the Lord must have been half way to Galilee by that point. I had introduced Mary to the boys as they made their way into the stall.  Dan plopped down beside me and leaned over to see the now sleeping babe.  Uri was still talking to Joseph, I had never…

  • Part 2- The Shepherd’s Not So Ordinary Night

    (Welcome to part 2 of a fictional story about the shepherds on the night of Jesus’ birth.  If you missed part 1, just click HERE.  You’ll find some discussion questions below the short story along with a fun fact for parents…) I still could not believe what my eyes had just seen. The most majestic being telling me to not be afraid as I laid there trembling, while the night was lit up more than noon on the brightest day, and Rod just laying there chillin’ like this was normal. I wanted to yell, “ROD! This is not an ordinary night! Did you hear the angel? The Messiah, the One…

  • The Shepherds’ Not So Ordinary Night

    (Below you will find a fictional story for you and your children to enjoy together about the shepherds who were told about Jesus’ birth, along with some discussion questions.  I hope it brings this Christmas season into focus and takes you into their field on that not so ordinary night…) I inhaled the night as I folded my fingers behind my head. It would be a long stretch, as I was still getting used to the night watch. I had counted their fuzzy heads and walked boundaries for the third time already, everyone was accounted for, even little Rod was bedded down for the night. He was quite the wanderer.…

  • When Busyness is all up in my Business

    Do y’all remember that Ludacris song, Rollout?  I hope not.  But if you’re like me…and you do, I still play the line in my head that says, “Get up out my business, my business.”   That’s about the only line in that song that resonates with my 35 year old, mom of four, business owning, entrepreneur chasing, butter slinging self.  And by butter, I mean the real kind that you find in my potatoes.  Not the on fiyah, hot, sik, radical urban dictionary definition of butta, like I know you were thinking. Here lately there’s so much I need to just get up out my business, and I’m not talking about my…