Friday, March 29, 2013

He's Not Here Anymore, Mary

I don't usually post my music, but I want to share a song I penned in 1979, while traveling full-time as a singer/songwriter. It became a favorite of our audiences, and we recorded it shortly thereafter.

A few years ago, I rerecorded it as a solo. I hope it strengthens your faith in God on this Easter weekend 2013. ♦

Linking to Spiritual Sundays.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Mosaic Monday ~ Dominoes and Pistachios

A good game of dominoes is almost a guaranteed thing when I visit Mom and Dad. They are both great players. Me? Not so much. I did manage to win a few games this past weekend though. Practice makes perfect I suppose. (Or maybe it was the pistachios.) At any rate, no matter what we do, I cherish time spent with my parents. How blessed I am to still have them in my life.

Linking to Mary's Mosaic Monday.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Note Card Party - Children

I'm joining Vee's Note Card Party for the first time. I love the idea, and who doesn't love great photographs?

The four pics I'm choosing were taken by me in my younger days when I photographed children in my spare time. Of course, my daughter was my main "model" and she was (and still is) a natural in front of a camera. Child Photography can be challenging, but the rewards are always great. Enjoy!

This picture is of my Leslie, who is now expecting my first grandchild. Sigh.
I snapped this in the backyard of my parents' home in Mississippi.

This beauty is my niece, who is just as beautiful today.

This handsome fellow is the oldest son of my former sister- and brother-in-law.
This gorgeous little guy is the son of friends.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Dinner with Daughter

I know it isn't anything earth shattering to blog about, but I enjoyed a lovely dinner with my dear daughter this evening. Afterwards, she hopped in my car and we jetted off toward Baskin Robbins, our favorite spot for ice-cream.

Thank you, God for making me Leslie's mother. Time with her is always special to me. ♦

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Mosaic Monday ~ Spring Sightings

My friend Ann and I spent some time at Mercer Arboretum Saturday, cameras in hand. My favorite shot was this little bird's nest Ann spotted in a budding tree. I'm grateful I live in the South, where spring colors come early.

Linking to Mosaic Monday.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Let The Shooting Begin

I bought my Canon Rebel right before digital became the norm (sigh), and since I spent a lot on it, I couldn't justify upgrading. Thus, to keep up with the digital age, I purchased a Kodak "point and shoot."

As I became accustomed to a non-film camera, the Canon went in the closet. However, as someone who has done photography professionally (meaning I charged and got paid for it), I missed having control of my pictures, so to speak, and I knew that I would buy another "big camera" one day.

It's been a long time coming, but yesterday was the day! I'm already in love with my red Nikon D3100, and I can't wait to go try it out today with my friend, Ann (who is a photographer, too, and who encouraged me to get back in the game).

Arboretum, here we come. Let the shooting begin!

Monday, March 11, 2013

Together, At Last

Newsflash: The twin and I will both appear in a new Chicken Soul for the Soul book - Chicken Soup for the Soul: Inspiration for Writers. That might not rock your socks, but we think it's really cool. The book won't be available until May 21st, so don't rush to your nearest bookstore and beat the door down today.

I rarely submit anything to Chicken Soup editorsessay writing isn't my true passion, you knowand although that lessened our chances of a simultaneous publishing, we hoped one would happen one day.

And now one has.

Oddly enough, I didn't know Dayle had submitted to this book, and until my contract arrived in my inbox, I totally forgot that I had. HA!

At any rate, we're excited to be together between the pages. I'll have some complimentary copies to give away, so keep your ears perked. ♦

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Dear, Dear Dad

After the last dish was put away this evening, I sat in my favorite chair and picked up the phone to call my dear dad. Before I began dialing, he was calling me. (I like when that happens.)

Dad's ankle is held together by a jillion screws now, and walking is not possible without excruciating pain. Everyone except Daddy knew it would be that way. Daddy's plans were to take off his heavy boot and resume life as he had known it.

I've struggled this week to deal with the reality of this storm. Indeed, it is a storm for us all. I'm praying for a miracle, but I need peace for today. We all need peace for today.

Before hanging up the phone, Daddy told me how much he loved me, and said if I ever needed him or Mother in any way, they would be there for me.

Dear, dear Dad. Even in his darkest hour, he was offering himself on my behalf. Only God could love me more. ♦