Joey was a sports guy who didn’t know he could sing & Juna started singing at the age of 3. This brother & sister country-pop duo recorded the song “Heroes.”
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Make-Them-Because-of-Mom Food Ideas
Growing up, my family was one that had dinner together at the table with the TV turned off, usually at the same time each night without fail. On Sundays, we had a big lunch at the table instead of dinners. I’m sure we went out to dinner, ordered pizza, or picked up sandwiches from time to time, but we were still almost always there together at the table, eating together.
I think we all know that Mom is the one to thank for this routine. I have no idea if we showed her gratitude at every meal, and this is reality, so I’m going to guess we didn’t. I do know that I treasure this family mealtime around our table in memory and retrospect.
We always took Mom out for a nice sit-down restaurant meal on Mother’s Day.
Thoughts on Love: In Loving Memory
I never thought I’d find myself more than 8,000 miles away and caught up in 13 hours of time zone difference when it was time to say goodbye.
Truthfully, I never thought it’d be time to say goodbye… because I loved you. So, I didn’t say goodbye. I said all I needed to say.
In a video message—slightly longer than three minutes in length.
I told you I wanted to talk to you, and visit, and that I was still here. I was just really far away. I said to let me know if you wanted me to call you and when. I told you I was fine and going through my normal “I can’t believe we just moved again…” funk—and threw in a cuss word (I don’t know about everyone else, but I only cuss around people I love and trust). I told you I was so glad to know you had so many people showing up to offer love and support, and I told you I hoped that wherever you were was nice—a good place.
The 9/11 Generation
I think my peers and I, us “millennials,” are the 9/11 generation.
To most of us, this was the most formative moment of our childhood. Too young to understand the immense hatred that was brought to our doorstep that morning. And yet, we’ve spent the rest of our lives picking up the pieces.
El Paso Strong: This Milspouse Heart
I didn’t want to look.
It was mid-Saturday morning, and I was supposed to be working on a sermon for church two Sundays away, but in a moment of final procrastination, I got on Facebook.
I shouldn’t have looked.
Some of my friends started sharing news stories about an “active shooter” in a local Walmart near our home here in El Paso and Fort Bliss.
D-Day: 75th Anniversary Reflections
As I reflect on my last couple days in Normandy, France, I am still struggling for words. My two days in the most northern part of France comprised of tiny hamlet communities that skirt the English Channel would be a picturesque seaside summer vacation destination…except.
Except that the soft sandy beaches have seen more death than should be allowed.
The gorgeous sheered off cliffs have watched young men heroically traipse their rock face against horrific odds and suffering far too many causalities.
The hedgerows have hidden and provided God-given mercy to local residents.
The churches have heard the cries of dying men pleading for their God or their mom or their wife.
Loss and Grief
My name is Elisa, I’m the oldest granddaughter on my father’s side of the family. Two years ago today, my beloved Nana passed away. Life, as I’d always known it to be, was forever changed. The relationship she and I shared was incredibly special and unique.
I miss her fiercely.
Remembering 9/11
As a kid, I remember my parents and grandparents saying, “I remember where I was when…”
Where they were when they heard that John F. Kennedy or Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated or that we landed on the moon—these monumental, life-changing events that shaped the trajectory of our nation and culture.
I have a couple of my own.
Happy Birthday, USA: An ode to my home, sweet home
Hey there, America! Remember me? I know it’s been a while. For the past two years I’ve been residing in Germany, following the love of my life to yet another duty location. And as much as I love it here (and I definitely do), I often miss you.
You’re 242 years old today, Independence Day, but, my, oh my, you certainly look good. You’ve been through a lot over these past almost two and a half centuries. You’ve had your ups and downs, but I still would choose you over living almost anywhere else.
You will always be my home, sweet home.
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