Springsteen and Our Broken Thanksgiving

Springsteen and Our Broken Thanksgiving

Last night we drove home from Raleigh in the darkness, and as I sat there, squeezed in between my husband and middle child in the front seat of Todd’s truck, trying to figure out where to put my legs, I listened to the poetry Springsteen was singing from the...
Welcome to the World, New Book of Ours!

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 to me as Mama, or perhaps more appropriately, Head Cheerleader of Becky Skaggs Ramsey and Steve Skaggs and Anyone...
A Letter to My Baby on His 18th Birthday

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! Eighteen years ago today you came into our world, fists clenched, red faced and hollering. The nurses took one look at all 9 pounds, 15 ounces...
Water for Charlotte

Water for Charlotte

If you’ve been following the news, I wonder if you’re sad and angry like I am about the killing of Keith Lamont Scott by police in Charlotte and concerned for the community there, for the protestors marching, the police officers trying to keep the peace, the people...