Becky’s Blog
One Reason I’m Grieving that I’m Ashamed to Admit
Well. When last I left my blog, I was bouncing in my office chair, gushing about Sam's first vote and the joy of witnessing...
His First Vote- Surprised by Beauty at the Party, No Matter the Party
I expected a nervous dread this morning. Yet here I sit in my office at work an hour early, bouncing in my chair, (no, it's not...
Nine Things I’m Worried About and Why I Can’t Spell My Own Name
Yesterday a sweet friend asked me to sign a copy of my new book. I smiled and said, "Sure!" and then proceeded to misspell my...
Welcome to the World, New Book of Ours!
"It's called What's a Nice God Like You Doing in a Place Like This?" I told Judy Skaggs over the phone. Judy is otherwise known...
Rudeness at Squirrel Disney World
I'm all for searching out signs and wonders in this curious world of ours, but some days life's weirdness goes a little far....
What the Congregation Didn’t Hear During the Children’s Sermon Sunday
Funny things can happen when you try to show God to children. Sometimes it's better just to be quiet and let them show God to...
A Letter to My Baby on His 18th Birthday
To sweet Sam, my gas mask wearing dalmatian baby, now a 6 foot 4 inch boy-man with the same mischievous grin, happy birthday!...
What If the World Goes to Hell? A Semi-Comforting Message from Somewhere Near Mount Pisgah
I got lost in the woods Saturday. No, not in a good way in which I spin under the trees just for fun, as scarlet leaves fall...
The Joy of International Relations (Or Just Getting Real) at Henry’s Smokehouse
It's a good thing that this pig in a dress was wearing her tiara this week. It might not have been obvious to the plaster swine...
Stoking the Spitfire- What Girls (and Boys) Need Us to Do
What happens to little girls as they grow up? Or maybe I should ask what happened to me? The latest news of a candidate's leaked...
A Master Class (in Life) with Victor Wooten
"Is this a joke?" said the twenty-something guy with the hipster glasses walking out of church a couple weeks ago. "Victor...
Lining Up with the Dogs at the Blessing of the Pets
Early Sunday night at the labyrinth, the dogs filed in, from frisky little fur balls to big lumbering black carpets, all wagging...
To Hide It or Not to Hide It?
I used to hide it. I'd put my hands in my pockets or behind my back and hope that nobody noticed. If I had to stand in front of...
Step Away from the Wackadoodle: Something Beautiful and Weird to Calm Your Nerves
Have you found yourself making faces like these two lately? I 'm afraid I have. Plus my left eye started twitching wildly around...