I guess I'm like any daughter who, while enjoying an old photo album, finds that one sexy pose of her mom and shouts: "Way to go, Mamma! I found this photo and I loved it! I wondered: "What was on her mind during this pose?" "Was she thinking of my dad?" Or was she competing with girlfriends who strived to pose the most like a movie star--Ginger Rogers or Bette Davis? I will never know. It feels strange to see it. It seems out of character for her. My mom was anything but a super model; she was more in the "tomboy" category! She had high morals. I remember as a preschooler, bundled in a heavy winter coat, scarf, mittens, knit hat with a long braid on top, holding her hand as we walked in the snow to Gray's, the corner drug store. Mom found a Playboy magazine on the shelf. She pulled out her church badge and marched to the cash register and then asked to speak to Mrs. Gray. The elderly woman listened to ...
It was on I-17, halfway to Camp Verde, when I discovered my turn signal had no sound. Oh, my signals were working right, but when I reached up to my left ear I realized my hearing aids got left behind. I took them out right before the final hairspray but forgot to put them back in again. Hearing sounded muffled. I chalked it up to old age and prayed for grace to be able to hear supernaturally as I drove to meet up with friends. They were forgiving and sensitive and helped me forge through our afternoon plans. We drove over the mountain towards Prescott to meet up with others from our home church and indulged in lunch at Chili's for good food and fun fellowship. Afterwards, we walked across the street to purchase tickets for the afternoon viewing of The Last Supper. There are two Last Supper movies playing at this writing. We saw the movie Chris Tomlin co-produced. The emphasis was on the day Jesus shared a Passover Sede...