Dear Friend, Today is February 9th, and we are slowly being buried alive under a thick white veil of snow. No, really. It hasn’t stopped snowing in hours and it isn’t supposed to stop any time soon. This is not a cry for help, however, because this is glorious! The boys are home and so…
We’re preparing for Thanksgiving around our house, as many Americans are doing this week. This year the boys have really taken Thanksgiving to heart and we’ve had several interesting conversations with them. Their thoughts have been surprisingly insightful. I thought I’d share a little of what they had to say.
I like to laugh. I like humor and wit. When I find something that gives me that true belly laugh, I hold on to it. One of my favorite books is a little book published in 1962 by Virginia Cary Hudson, called “O Ye Jigs and Juleps.” Virginia Hudson, the writer, was ten years old…
Lately the boys (Will is 5 and Sam is 3) have been asking a lot of questions—and giving a lot of answers—about heaven. I thought I’d share a bit of what I’ve learned. Sam: Mommy? When are we going to heaven: today or tomorrow? Will: No Sam. We go to heaven when we get dead.…
“What do the Patons think about and talk about on dreary winter afternoons,” wondered no one, ever. Well, I’ll tell you anyway. We make lists. I myself am a great connoisseur of the To-Do variety of lists. But from time to time we come up with the “Lists of the Absurd.”
In light of my brother’s upcoming birthday… It is a truth universally acknowledged that in a family with more than one progeny, those siblings must be opposites. And, in most sibling cases, I mean opposite in the truest sense of the word. Not just somewhat different. I mean opposite as in the opposite of Night…
Letters From Home 