I have had a glorious day—here’s what I did. I had planned to drive three hours to a funeral but at 6 a.m. when I woke up, I was three miles and 30 minutes past exhausted. Instead of pushing myself, I turned over and went back to sleep. I woke up three hours later, enjoyed a new magazine, had brunch, saw the matinee of the new Amy Poehler/Tina Fey movie and laughed out loud, wandered around downtown until 5:30 and had dinner with my lil sweet husband. Now I’m lounging in MY chair. That might not sound like fun to you, but I assure you today’s activity—or lack thereof—probably saved my life. Soooooo, in the remaining days this year, here are three things I’m hoping we do and will get done to give 2016 a triumphant start:
Breast Cancer Awareness every month?!
October is breast cancer awareness month and in my humble opinion, every month ought to be breast health month! Your body is such an amazing instrument that when it speaks—like the old *E. F. Hutton commercials used to say—you should listen. The conversation around when/whether to get a mammogram continues to swirl around us, yet the fact remains that far too many of us are dying because we don’t pay attention to self-exams, and small or subtle changes that hint something may be awry. We know our bodies better than anyone else and with the “Girls,” our beautiful breasts, they aren’t just body parts, they feed our babies, bring us pleasure and confidence and a whole host of things. WE MUST TAKE CARE OF THEM AND OURSELVES!
We come from a long line of wise and amazing women…
When it comes to amazing and phenomenal women, Women’s History Month offers us the perfect opportunity to celebrate who they’ve helped us become and honor and appreciate their sacrifices and lessons. These women are our mothers, other mothers, aunts, cousins, grandmothers, friends, mentors—and they come in all shapes, sizes and places and each one is precious.
I need two favors this month for these remarkable women: (1) all those mushy letters, cards and flowers you’ve been meaning to send, please get up now and do it before you forget. In this edition of Gracefull I’m sharing six of my favorite women lessons—(2) please share yours via Facebook and Twitter: Continue reading
November is my favorite month!
I love November, yes I do! For one, it’s almost time for my birthday and I love birthdays better than first graders love cupcakes! And, there are two holidays this month—Veterans Day and Thanksgiving Day. They’re sort of cousins—these holidays—and when we celebrate them both, we fully understand that God has blessed us immeasurably.
Being married is fun! My husband, Roger, and I are best friends, we adore each other, and yes, we finish each other’s sentences, have the same thoughts at the same time—we call it ESP-N, and 99.1 percent of the time, we’re on the same page but I had to kiss a few frogs before God sent me this prince. I thank God and my sister Norma for bringing us together.
Roger was one of her friends and she introduced us that first day I went job hunting at the University of Tennessee at Martin. He swears I took his breath away at first sight. I thought he was cute, but his ugly platform shoes with the laces on the side made me a tad suspicious. Norma had to go to class so she trusted him to get me back to her dorm room—instead he took me with him to class and wrote me mushy notes. The rest is history. Continue reading
If heaven is any more wonderful than grandchildren, I don’t think I can stand it! I am Kiera, Terrell, Maya and Morgan’s Grandmama and GiGi and if I die right now, I’ve already experienced heaven. As Grandparents Day comes this Sunday, I gotta tell you, I’m loving every minute of it!!!!
My husband, Roger, and I often laugh about how before ours came, he swore he wasn’t going to be like all these other grandparents with the mile-high brag books and the endless stories about cute grandchildren. He doesn’t have the first picture but give him .31 seconds, and he’ll be ranting and raving like every other grandparent. Continue reading
Here’s what I know for sure this week: (1) being kind is almost as important as breathing; (2) Even the smallest acts of kindness are remembered; (3) Kindness really matters.
Certainly I know these things every day of the year, but this is National Be Kind to Humankind Week and it’s important that we be kinder than usual. I suspect if we do it on purpose this week, it might become part of our routine. Continue reading
The late civil rights icon and First Amendment champion John Seigenthaler and his #1 fan, Dr. Cynthia Bond Hopson, in 2011 at the International Association of Methodist Schools, Colleges and Universities Conference in Washington DC. Mr. Seigenthaler died July 11 in Nashville. Photo by Joey Butler
I love pure country music. There, I said it and for me, that’s Merle Haggard, Loretta Lynn, George Jones, Vince Gill, Barbara Mandrell, Conway Twitty and Ronnie Millsaps. If you will notice, almost half of the folks on my list have gone on to the great Opry in the sky.
When George Jones sang “Who’s going to fill their shoes,” I sang along and he needn’t have worried. There’s a new “hat act“ and interestingly named group to fill every country station from here to Amarillo (trust me, I checked) and only time will tell if they’re making us feel what they feel inside. Nevertheless, this week I’m asking the “Who’s going to fill their shoes” question in the civil rights giants category. Continue reading
I’m just about the happiest woman in the whole world and here’s why. I had two amazing daddies who adored me, were beautiful inside and out and helped make me the woman I am today. Very few days pass without them or their lessons coming to mind–they were gentle but strong, confident but humble, kind, great providers, heart from head to foot and they lived out their faith. I have never been hungry or had to wonder where my next meal or provisions would come from—please know I’m not bragging, I’m simply praising God for creating these heroes and putting them in my life.
Maya Angelou’s death has hit me especially hard perhaps because I never got to meet her though I always wanted to. Never got to tell her how much her work had meant throughout my life and uncertainties. Never had the chance to sit at her feet and have her help me find the incredible “me” still lurking inside, yet I know I am wiser, richer, and more phenomenal because of her life and words. We all are. Continue reading