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The Man Who Didn't Want Children

22 Sept 2026 00:57

A HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW IT WILL NOT MATTER WHAT MY BANK ACCOUNT WAS, THE SORT OF HOUSE I LIVED IN, OR THE KIND OF CAR I DROVE. BUT THE WORLD MAY BE DIFFERENT, BECAUSE I WAS IMPORTANT IN THE LIFE OF A CHILD. ~Forest Witcraft

"Let's Roll...."

11 Sept 2026 10:36

Born Into Eternal Life

31 Aug 2026 15:35

His phone still sits on his air fryer in my kitchen. It is covered with dust. There is a place not far from me where you can get money for old phones that are no longer being used, but I won't take it there. It is one of many things that I keep close to me...because it was his.

Advice From a Teacher

29 Aug 2026 05:15

"Gee, even among misfits, you're a misfit!" That hilarious line was from the TV version of Rudolf the Red-nosed Reindeer. That can be the way it feels sometimes, when you realize that you don't completely fit in with any particular group. Last year I joined a local political group after becoming concerned about some things happening in this country. It was the first time that I had ever become personally involved with politics. I was eager to participate in an activity that involved mailing post cards to representatives, until I read the front of the cards. "Our four main issues are..." I didn't agree with one of the statements on the card. Really? That's what I'm supposed to believe to be part of this group? What does that mean? That I don't really belong here? I found myself unable to process that with anyone else. I couldn't trust anyone to understand - not the people in the group, nor those outside of it. It was such a polarizing time, with little tolerance from either side for people caught in the middle. I felt unsettled for a while, until I thought of Mr. Repella. Then I knew what to do.

Remembering Dolly

27 Aug 2026 11:59

"Tumble out of bed and I stumble to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of ambition and yawn and stretch and try to come to life...." I've never been a big fan of country music. I never listened to it, or kept track of what was going on in that part of the music world. However, you don't have to be a country music fan to be touched by the life and legacy of Dolly Parton.

Remembering Mom

20 Aug 2026 23:53

I can still remember the tears of relief that were rolling down my face in 1989 when Mom came back from a religious retreat with words of encouragement. "I talked to a priest about what you are going through," She said, "And he said some things you'll be happy to hear." Every parent has their challenges. One of Mom's had to be my OCD, especially before we knew it was OCD. The intrusive thoughts that I shared with her were very disturbing and she must have felt overwhelmed hearing about them, not knowing what to make of them, but she never faltered in providing encouragement and support. As I listened to her talk about her conversation with the priest, I was deeply moved by the acceptance and understanding that I felt coming from both of them.

Remembering Aunt Mary

19 Aug 2026 00:36

I remember writing a letter to Aunt Mary when I was 15 or 16 years old, telling her about some of the things I was struggling with in my adolescence. I could talk to my mother, but sometimes you just want to confide in someone new, and Aunt Mary was so understanding and accepting. By that point in time, she had gone from merely being my cousins' mother to being my friend.

Remembering Uncle Leroy

19 Aug 2026 00:29

"Put on an old pair of shoes, and we'll go walking down the alley..." That's one of the early songs that Uncle Leroy used to sing in a barbershop quartet nearly fifty years ago. I will never forget it, nor will I forget the day I first saw him in the summer of 1975. Krissie and I abandoned our game of "Little House on the Prairie" and quickly ran to the window of the shed we were playing in. We had heard a car pull into the driveway next to Grandmom's trailer. From a distance, we could see a man get out of the car with a baby in his arms. The man was our uncle - Leroy Oscar Scheffler, Jr. He was twenty-eight years old at the time. Today I remember him on the day of his birth.

Reflecting on the Assumption

15 Aug 2026 10:41

Most of us have had to move on with our lives without some of the people that we love. Our faith tells us that it is only a temporary separation, but while we are going through it, it can feel like anything but temporary. Someone understands what we are going through - Mary, the mother of Jesus. When Mary stood with the apostles and watched Jesus ascend into the clouds and disappear, part of her probably wanted to go with him, but she couldn't. His earthly mission had come to an end, but hers had not. Like any human mother, I'm sure Mary would have preferred to leave this world before her son, but she learned to trust that God has a reason for doing things the way He does.

Remembering Poppop

8 Aug 2026 13:47

"I may not agree with what you say, but I'll defend to the death your right to say it." I grew up thinking that that quote was authored by my maternal grandfather, Albert E. Salmons. My mother greatly revered her father, was always quoting something he said, and that quote, originally by Voltaire, was the one she referred to the most. Some other sayings that she attributed to him included: "To avoid criticism: do nothing, say nothing and be nothing", "If you're looking for friends without any faults, you won't have any friends", and "The pendulum will swing one way and then it will swing back."

Remembering Harriet

27 Jul 2026 18:49

I grew up like an only child with two brothers who were 12 and 14 years older than me. As a child I longed for nothing more than to have a sister, but I knew it was never going to happen. Somehow that seemed to change when Harriet came along.

Remembering Aunt Bea

25 Jul 2026 00:17

Nothing is more hilarious than the sound of people laughing who are trying very hard not to laugh. That was the sound that came from the back corner of a Norristown cab in 1973. It hadn't been Aunt Bea's night. She had taken Mom and I to the movies with her and her two teenage girls. She found that she had a flat tire after we came out. We had to call a cab to get home and the cab took forever to get there. We waited in a lobby, where Aunt Bea sat in a chair that almost flipped over backwards. When the cab finally came, all five of us had to squeeze into the back seat because the front seat was already filled with passengers. Mom and Aunt Bea shared a keen sense of humor that was like a rolling snowball when they were together. Their muffled snickers were heard all the way home. Aunt Bea handled that night like she handled everything else in life - with good natured patience and grace.