Lori grinned as she read the text message. “What does it say?” I asked. She had just read another birthday text message, this one from her nephew, Jackson. “Happy Medicare Day!” I couldn’t suppress my laugh. Lori had been celebrating her 65th birthday. Facebook friends and others had messaged her, wishing her well. The 65th …
“Could you tell me where the sizes 7’s are?” Lori asked a young man standing at the store’s counter. We were in the mall, where a well-known shoe store offered her many options. “I’m sorry, I’m ‘off the clock,’” he responded. He wasn’t being sarcastic or angry; he just matter-of-factly commented, “I’m off the clock.” …
It’s how the Looney Tunes Cartoon hour would conclude on Saturday mornings. Porky Pig would poke his head through a curtain fashioned into the image of a drum and stammer, “Th-th-th-th-that’s all folks.” It signaled to my 7- or 8-year-old mind that the fun part of Saturday morning was over. It was now an ordinary Saturday. …
Our son, David Jr., was always a happy child. When he was but three or four, I nicknamed him my “Happy Tiger,” so playful and joyful was he. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when early one Easter morning, before dawn, David, then 7 or 8 years old, awoke me with a shout. I was …
A little boy was sick on Palm Sunday and stayed home from church with his mother. His Father returned from church holding a palm branch. The little boy was curious and asked, “Why do you have that palm branch, Dad?” “You see, when Jesus came into town, everyone waved palm branches to honor him, so …