“David! What are you doing here?” My ninety-five-year-old mother was shocked when I appeared unexpectedly at her door. I had driven from Altus, Oklahoma to Lubbock, Texas to visit her but had deliberately not told her I was coming. Walking down the hall of the long-term care facility where she is a resident, I called …
“Whatcha preaching on?” That was the way my dad would answer the phone when I called him on Sunday mornings. Before, “Good morning,” or “How ya doing?” he would ask, “Whatcha preaching on?” Always on the way to church on Sunday, I would call. Though I would talk to Dad most every morning, Sundays were …
“I’ve got this,” my son, David, told me as he reached for the check. “What are you talking about?” I asked. And my wife, Lori, chimed in, “You don’t need to pay for our dinner.” We were visiting David in his new home. His girlfriend had driven down to meet us for dinner at a …