Dear Lindsey,
In the car one day, I overheard my son, J.R. (6), say to his older brother: “My heart always hurts SO MUCH until I say I’m sorry when I need to.”
The doctor asked my friend’s father, in his dying days, if there was anything he could do to make these days more comfortable. The elderly man replied, “Do you have anything that takes away a guilty conscience?” Continue reading
Dear Lindsey,
A friend asked me for a few recipes. When I started to type her the personal email, I thought you might enjoy the recipes as well. Continue reading
1 WHOLE turkey breast 3-5 pounds, whatever will fit in your crockpot (Mine holds 8 lbs) Continue reading
Whether using leftover Thanksgiving dinner, a store-bought roasted chicken, canned chicken, or baked meat, this recipe is the best way to get the Brady Bunch to eat veggies. Continue reading
My cousin Susan, to whom I refer as my only sister, gave me this recipe in a cookbook called Colorado Cache, published by the Junior League of Denver. I immediately opened to this recipe, since I knew her version of it well. My mother makes it and freezes it by the Continue reading
Dear Lindsey,
Trying to get out the door for travel soccer for my older two has always been a challenge- especially when my younger two were toddlers.
Once on the way out the door, I heard a cry, “Mom, I need your help!” from the upstairs Continue reading
The steering wheel was wet. I could barely hold on, but the anger inside seethed and prevented me from stopping, despite my blurred vision from the tears that jumped from my face. I ranted and raved in my head. The injustice! The money lost! The months waiting! The painful nights! The fervent prayers…all for nothing!
Dear Lindsey,
Tuesday (coincidentally the day after I had written you regarding the underwear fire), I left three children for a few hours in the morning, while I went to a friend who was dealing with news of the unexpected loss of her father.
When I returned, a Brady crime scene was underway. Water was pouring out of the light canister in the ceiling of the first floor. I walked past to find the two male culprits Continue reading
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Dear Lindsey,
A decade ago, we were excited to have moved into our new home in Grand Blanc, Michigan. Moving from a 40-year-old house to this 2-yr-old Parade of Homes champion was a blessing indeed. The realtor had pointed out the beautiful cathedral ceiling entryway, adorned by a chandelier of “real crystals and 14-karat-gold plating” which matched the sconces on the sidewalls. I had never owned something so “fancy.” A balcony bridge on the second floor was visible just beyond, so upstairs onlookers could see people at the front door, or look down to the Continue reading
My 4-yr-old once prayed, “Jesus, you are such a great guy. Amen.”
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Letters to Lindsey 