Today’s entry is a tiny bit diff. It’s something from my sister-in-law (BFF) who lives in Georgia. They too decided to stay-cation for their spring break this year. And after reminiscing of our roller skating days and Lessons from the Roller Rink, she and her neighbor took their kids to Alpharetta’s rendition of White Rock Skate. Needless to say, her experience was a tiny bit different than our fun day. While gliding the rink next to her visually impaired (that’s a different ahhhh-mazing story), she somehow tripped and fell and shattered her ankle. Thankfully her neighbor is a nurse and kept calm until the ambulance arrived. Thankfully they live close to phenomenal health care. Hilariously, her 17-y-o son captured it all on his phone and instagrammed most of the experience – puffed up proud that
What happened to Wednesday’s post? Hmmm… I think it’s sitting beside my Christmas cards that have yet to be mailed. I told some friends yesterday about my Christmas cards that are also our moving cards. Because we moved. Maybe that’s part of the problem, our five month remodel/transition that is almost coming to an end. Anyway, I had thought about sending the cards at Valentines, covering the words “Merry Christmas” with a “Happy Valentines Day” sticker. Well, that didn’t happen. So the next logical choice was “Happy Easter.” Yeah, that came and went, too. Now (since the cards were multi-purpose anyway) they will be sent in the next few weeks (don’t hold your breath) celebrating our move. Thanks, as usual, for putting up with my flakiness and for walking this crazy road with me. I really mean it. I’ve
We have a new friend. Her name is Tabasco. We didn’t name her. In fact, no one is sure who did. Tabasco, a sweet little calico cat, roams my parent’s block. The next-door neighbor feeds her. Every kid on the block searches for her … so they can play with her. My kids adore her. But my folks can’t stand her. And, despite my mother’s valiant efforts to shoo and the lack of a warm welcome, Tabasco spends a great amount of her day in their flowerbed. In fact, almost every time we come to the front door, Tabasco’s loud “mrweoow”s can be heard. She’s quick to leave her resting spot and run our direction all while vigorously announcing herself. She craves attention. Our kids eagerly desire to give it to her. But, as soon as one of the children (or I) bend down to offer a gentle stroke or scratch behind her ears, she darts away.
Sometimes it’s hard to believe the atrocities that we find pervasive in society today. Some hit the headlines and garner worldwide attention. Sadly, many hide in the shadows – until glimpses of light reveal their existence. Yesterday, USA Today gave space to one such horror. A murder trial in Pennsylvania that involves a group of people whose voices are literally snipped before words ever cross their lips. It’s a hard story to read. Can’t imagine the folks who have lived it. How do we stop it? In big part by talking about it. One of our mantras here at the MOAT comes from the late Chuck Colson, “Culture doesn’t change people; people change culture.” Because, remember? We’re not victims. We actually can turn a tide. … When we’re aware. And when we want to. Okay, so what does this have to do with our kids? Here’s