The Wading Pool

My parents, both born and bred in Indiana, uprooted their family and moved us all to Texas when my siblings and I were 10, 7 and 6. The first thing my mother did after our move was enroll us in swimming lessons. She knew that the hotter weather here meant that water activities were a big part of summer vacations. She herself never learned to swim, and was personally terrified of water any deeper than that of a wading pool. She was determined that her children would not suffer that same fate. The three of us became decent swimmers and divers. Any…

The Basket Case

The Basket Case

I emailed a friend of mine this morning that I felt like a basket case today as I deal with the church, community and personal grief of our losses this week. My friend, Vicki Attaway, a wonderful woman with profound spiritual insight…