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Recently, I had an encounter with another mad mother. This time though, the conversation did not go well. Let me rephrase that. There was no conversation. Instead, imagine yourself up against a wall and someone turning on a fire hose aimed solely at you. It takes every ounce of your energy just to stay upright…

Growing up, my parents emphasized values such as honoring God, respecting adults, and telling the truth. Going to church on Sunday morning was never an option. Instead, we always went. Respectful behavior was also continually stressed and disrespect for either Mom or Dad was quickly and swiftly punished. Being truthful was most important to dad…

Those Macek Maverick calls that one of my sisters instigated back in 2020 are still taking place. Although these phone calls are now twice a month instead of every week, the questions and our conversations remain consistently interesting. I am still learning about the siblings I grew up with, still appreciating them and find some…

The other day, we met our oldest son, his wife and our two grandchildren for lunch. Knowing our grandson’s thirteenth birthday is just a few weeks away I asked him how he’d be celebrating his special day. “I think we are going to an NBA game,” he said looking hopefully at both of his parents…