A glutton for punishment
My mother would often tell me, “Janet Kay, you are a glutton for punishment.” Now, all these years later, I realize she was right. Glutton for punishment: A person who…
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Guilt, gravy & the Grinch
No guilt with the gravy. No Grinch allowed. ‘Tis the season to be thankful and joyous. What if, in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner or the Decking of the Halls,…
The power of the Psalms
You can’t do that; You are too old. You aren’t smart enough; You never finished college. You can’t say that; You don’t have the gumption. You are too old; You…
Using my voice
I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for the least of these, you did not do for me. Matthew 25:45 Those are the words of Jesus. The…
Like mother, like daughter
The text from my daughter came in just as we were leaving the house to enjoy an evening at Beef and Boards to see Tootsie: Guess where I’m traveling through…
When love shows mercy
You know by now that Chuck and I have a long history of traveling mishaps. He calls it a curse. On our recent trip to Aspen, even before we reached…
When Grandma’s on a mission
A grandmother’s love is slathered over every fear and anxious moment so that she can love her grandchildren well. JHL Janet: You have a mission. Should you choose to accept…
September in Aspen
I look up to the mountains; does my strength come from mountains? No, my strength comes from God, who made heaven, earth, and mountains. Psalm 121:1-2 The Message I had…
How will I be remembered?
I often wonder what my family will remember about me after I’m no longer around. This isn’t a morose tale of future sorrow. Bear with me for a chuckle. A…
Here’s what 70 looks like
36,817,200 minutes. 25,550 days. This is 70 years old. On September 3, I entered into my seventh decade. I thought my mother was old when she turned 70. I don’t…