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by Kay Etheredge I love to read.  A friend loaned me a novel several months ago and said, “This is a really weird book that you might enjoy”.  My reading is either feast or famine.  I either have a queue…

by Kay Etheredge It was early February and there was no mention, at least in Alabama, of a pandemic.  What freedom we enjoyed and took for granted!  I had driven to Georgia to stay a couple of days with our…

By Kay Etheredge Mother’s Day, 2020, came with a new narrative called Covid.    Our oldest daughter, Emily, sometimes bears the challenge of planning and ideas because she is the only child now who lives nearby.  I told her early on…

By Kay Etheredge Our granddaughter, Charlotte, came two weeks early as a global pandemic raged.  Our son, Grant, called us just after supper on Thursday night, March 20.  We threw our things in suitcases, made a quick call to our…

by Kay Etheredge Outside our kitchen window the wisteria is blooming.  I have always loved wisteria.  It makes me think of my friend, Suzanne.  It makes me think of my mom, and it makes me think of a godly ballet…

By Kay Etheredge I recently copied a quote into my prayer journal.  “Earth is crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.”     – Elizabeth Barrett Browning Two…

by Kay Etheredge A good man died just before Christmas.  His name was Elmer Harris, and I met him once.  He was genuine and patient and he took the time to listen to someone who only works at Brother Bryan…