LOL You might think it's tacky for me to start this blog with "LOL" but after toying around with several potential titles for this piece, and finally landing on the truth that - Running is, in fact, HARD, and always has been for me - I actually DID really laugh out loud. But wait, let's return to the blog. I can't run anymore. I'm too old, too injured, and too out of shape. And oddly enough, this is a story about running. It's a story about ME running. (Some of you are laughing right now). But it's also a story about you running. Yes, you. Stay with me. I actually learned to hate running just after basic training when I got stationed in Panama. Ever been there? It's hot, and it's humid like nobody's business. And instead of running at normal morning hours, our ... View Post
MACDONALD – Like the Farm, NOT the Restaurant!
I've spent a lifetime - 63 years - telling people how to spell my name... M A C D O N A L D 63 years. Can't find my file? My account? My bill? My records? Well, check under "M C D O N A L D" because frequently people like to drop the "A" in "MAC." That's usually followed by, "Ahh! there you are!" After many years, when asked how it's spelled, I just began telling people "like the FARM, not the restaurant." It's MAC, not MC. (But they still screw it up). But never... never in 63 years did I imagine we could screw my name up this badly. The following is a flyover of the timeline of events... Renewed passport on line that was going to expire in a couple of months. Planning to go to Italy in two years, one month, and 6 days, (but who's counting?) Passport ... View Post
On Becoming A Mother-in-Law
"A crackly voice saying blah, blah, blah, blah, blah..." This was a close friend's response to a text I sent to a few besties that read, "Send me the very first thought that comes to mind when I say the word, "mother-in-law." I sent it with a genuine sense of curiosity, but knew in the process I would enjoy some good laughs. Since the day my oldest son married his high school sweetie 13 years ago and my younger son left home for college at the same time, I have joked about it having taken me five years to learn how to make mashed potatoes for one. I say it jokingly, but it's my way of expressing that when the kids left home - everything changed. Everything. There was one-third the laundry to do, one-third the beds to change. Grocery bill plummeted. I stopped using the ... View Post
Leaving Camp Condemnation
Running into my friend Julie and getting to catch up for a short visit was the absolute highlight of my week, even if it was for only a few short minutes. I hadn't seen her in at least five years. Genuinely interested, Julie asked about something that had taken place many years ago. She wondered about an update - how a particular situation had either evolved, resolved, or eventually just played itself out. Initially, I had no idea what she was talking about, but as she jogged my memory with more details, I could feel my soul sinking into the hard wooden chair I was seated in. I felt suddenly so ugly and gross inside - reminded of how I had responded to the circumstances she was curious about - nothing in particular that stood out to her as appalling or sinful, but to me - I felt ... View Post
Grieving with Hope
I recently had the privilege of being able to share in front of a room of others my thoughts on how believers in Jesus Christ ought to suffer, and even how to die well. It should look much different than that of someone who is not sure of their eternal destination. It just should. I was also able to share a few examples from over the years, beginning with that of my father, and I've been thinking of him ever since. My father obtained his United States citizenship by serving in the US Army during the Korean War, and was therefore able to be followed at the VA Hospital in Detroit when he was undergoing chemotherapy and radiation for cancer at the Detroit Medical Center. Followup at the VA was necessary so that some of his medications could be financially covered. What a blessing that ... View Post
Rest is Productive (& You Probably Need to Tinkle)
"Back in the day," as they say - I worked from home as a Medical Transcriptionist. I loved that job so much! But whenever I would listen to the physician say something over and over and over, and I still couldn't decipher what they were saying - I learned to get up, to go use the bathroom, get a drink of water, throw a load of laundry in the washer, and then come back to it. Nine times out of ten after I tinkled whatever I couldn't make out before, would suddenly be clear as day. Later when I become a medical transcription instructor, my students would frequently ask me to listen to a word they could not understand. I would chuckle and tell them "I'll listen, but first - you probably need to take a little break, and go use the bathroom. Just trust me." They'd return a few minutes ... View Post
Confronting My Assumptions
Someone I love very much recently (yet very lovingly), brought to my attention that sometimes I imagine that others assume the worst about me. Let me re-phrase that. Sometimes I ASSUME that others assume the worst about me. I could have argued then, and I could argue even today, that in some instances, my assumptions may still be true with particular people, in certain instances. However, I had to remember that this young man loves me. And I still found this observation interesting enough, that I have given it a tremendous amount of thought over the past few weeks. I've often said that we all have blind spots, things we cannot necessarily see about ourselves. I don't know what the back of my head looks like, I cannot see the mannerisms that belong only to me, and I would not ... View Post
If My School Shoes Could Talk
School shoes. That's what I call my sneakers, because there's usually at least one interaction or conversation every day that I leave with a "take-away." I used to tell my sons when they were growing up, "Sometimes, God sends us someone to set a really good example, but other times, He sends us someone who gives us a really good example of a bad example." And even at the age of 62-3/4 (that 3/4 counts ;).... this still rings true for me. Over the past 30 days or so, I seem to have collected little bits of "you learn something new every day" nuggets, some really good examples, and yes - some really good examples of bad examples. Here are a few I felt worthy of jotting down this morning ... Did you know there is a metal bumble bee at the bottom of every urinal for men to aim at ... View Post