“Impromptu Immersion”

Our times of youth in ’98

Once upon a time – today, in fact – on a gorgeous July summer day,

Amy went to her sister’s house

And ended up having a BLAST

Going out to run errands all ’round the town

With her & her youngest son.

Kind & generous older sister Carrie treated Amy to

Wendy’s for lunch of 10 crispy chicken nuggets with BBQ sauce, fresh hot fries & a refreshing chocolate Frosty.

Amy relished the chances to:

Hang out and crack up with her 1-year-old energetic-&-loads-of-fun nephew, showing him on her cell many family videos of people talking directly to him as well as “Mother Goose Club” songs on YouTube including a favorite “If You’re Happy & You Know It Clap Your Hands”


Buy her ceaselessly-caring-&-helping-everyone-to-the-max Mom a surprise treat of dark chocolate raisins at the Sweet Factory shop at 12 Oaks Mall.

Then, after hours of yet another fun adventuresome time,

The sisters together enjoyed the Biggby iced latte deal of less than $2 lattes till sometime in August



The End

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Says a widowed old man character, whose parents had been slaves and who lived himself as a sharecropper in his earlier days, during a family gathering decades later, in the novel Dominion,

” . . . hear this old man and hear me good . . . There’s bad Christians and there’s good Christians; there’s phony Christians and there’s real Christians. The devil can go to church once a week . . . It’s livin’ it that matters, and the people that live it, those are the real Christians – not just the ones that mouth it . . .

So jus’ because somebody say he a Christian, it don’t mean he is. And even those that is Christians is still just people, and peoples gonna always let you down. But my Jesus, he won’t never lets you down. Never . . .Blessed be the name of the Lord.”

“The Tush”

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“That’s why she had kids,” she joked about her Mom employing a couple of her children to carry large items just purchased to their van for her. As if!

My sister would NEVER use her older offspring to lug items to her vehicle while she held their 2-month-old baby brother – oh, wait, yeah, that’s what families do. Everyone pitches in to help. Many hands make light work. You get the point.

Thus, my niece along with her older brother carried stuff out of Lowe’s. Earlier that day I was also in the presence of all 3 nephews & both nieces.

“Look at this tan line,” I showed the 2 oldest kids, my nephew, 9, & niece, 7, who happened to be around me at the moment. I held out my arm so they could see my left forearm where my tan stops since that area is covered by my orthotics wrist cast. Quite a noticeable difference appears in the white versus bronze-looking skin.

My arm’s coloring looks a little weird but it’s not a big deal, although curiosity did get the best of a friend of mine last summer who inquired about the obvious skin color discrepancy.

BUTT leave it to my thoughtful aforementioned nephew for putting his rear in gear to make me feel like I wasn’t alone:

 “That’s how my derrière is.”


The End


By Aunt Amy


“Like, okay”

“Did Bear really win?” my Mom asked me about her 4-year-old grandson.

“When he was off telling you he was winning, I’d slip Kings & Aces & other high cards into his pile.” I had to. The card game “War” is interminable unless such sly measures are taken.

Thankfully, visiting was my sister along with her 3 youngest while their brother & sister took part in their school’s end-of-the-year Field Day. Earlier the boy with the animal nickname asked me to spell his name. He wanted to sign his name on the picture he was drawing.

“H . . . ,” I started to say until peering at his nature drawing. He’d already written out his nickname in all caps & apparently wanted to ensure it was correct. He was right on the money!

“I want some milk, please,” politely spoke my niece, 2, as she saw me having it in cereal for breakfast while her & her bro sat on either side of me at the kitchen table drawing with markers. (Almond milk is my milk product of choice since I don’t care for the “regular” kind of milk’s cow-ish flavor. Ew. But then again, my dear Aunt Wendy refuses to call it almond milk on the grounds that you “can’t milk an almond.” Variety IS undoubtedly the spice of life.)

Anyways, I digress. Kids are growing up faster & faster these days which sometimes means they know things that listening adults may think is a little premature for their age.

Consequently, when my young nephew of 4 & I played the card game “War” & eventually arrived at the point where he was the hands-down-no-bones-about-it winner, popped out of his mouth an exclamation one would think you’d hear from um, ya know, whatev . . . a person four times his age, let’s say, like, duh, a teenage girl:


The End

By Aunt Amy

June 4, 2018




In the fictional novel Dominion by Randy Alcorn, Obadiah the son of a slave who himself was a sharecropper, speaks to his son, daughter-in-law & 4 grandchildren:

This here is God’s world, chillens. No man owns anything. We’s all just sharecroppers on God’s land. But he never cheats us – come harvest time, he’ll give us the rewards of our labor.”

And in response to his adult son whose faith was badly shaken upon his younger sister & niece’s murders, Obadiah wisely continues:

You trust him, boy, and yo’ sweet Jesus ain’t gonna let you down . . .Proper time ain’t here yet. Don’t give up, Son. Just don’t give up.”



“The Soon-to-be Student”

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“What are twins?”

“They have the same outfit.”

Just to ensure I heard him right, a minute later I repeated the inquiry. “What are twins?”

“They have the same clothes,” responded the 4-year-old.

My firsthand look at the growing lives of my 10, count ‘em 10, nieces & nephews is ceaselessly amusing. Hearing their takes on things they’ve encountered in their world is a precious – okay mostly HILARIOUS – thing to witness.

“I’m gonna win you Aunt Amy!” yelled the aforementioned boy as he bounded down the stairs to play Duplos, which he’d been constantly begging me the last 20 minutes to do. He really meant “I’m gonna beat you Aunt Amy!” aka go downstairs faster than me, but that’s why I adore young ones like him. Never a dull comment. And the heart-tugging . . .

The tenderhearted little guy was adamant to avoid putting away certain Duplos when time came to clean up before our next game began: “But not the ones I made because they’re for Mom & Dad & Sam,” he protested. “They’re special.”


Before going down the basement I explained what his flashcards were that he received minutes prior as a gift. Each card showed a letter of the alphabet and an animal beginning with the same letter. We went through several – he correctly said “Z” for Zebra & “F” for Fox among others – before the boy lost interest but he did okay. Okay for a child starting preschool in a few months.

Clearly the kid already knows the most important lesson: that people are what truly matter in life. That’s why differentiating letters from numbers is “O”-so overrated:

“Zero for Owl.”



By Aunt Amy



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