Change Happens – I’m thinking about transitions on this first day of the New Year. I’ve learned change is constant. Some changes are bigger and more impactful than others. We move on. It’s all good.
She died on Palm Sunday. I think that would have made her happy, as she drew her last breaths, knowing that she was going to die on a significant day on the church calendar. I held her hand all that morning. Now I hold the bean stone.
I submitted “Extra! Extra!” (see earlier post on this blog) to Country Extra magazine, which was soliciting personal, small-town stories featuring acts of kindness. The magazine’s editors shortened the piece considerably and printed it […]
Father’s Day, 2004 “Thanks for being here.” My father, Martin C. Fredricks III, said this to me many times, usually at family gatherings. Just as often, though, he said it […]
“Mart probably fell into the toilet, and Dad’s making a list of ways to get him out.” That punch line, originally delivered by my older sister when we were just […]