In “Choosing Life,” I told you that my first husband was a violent man. It started with a slap across the face that knocked me down. It went on to a punch aimed at my one year old who wouldn’t sit down in the back seat of the car: his first black eye. Then when my son was three and a half, he walked in front of the TV during a football game. My soon to be ex punched him,…..
When I wrote “Choosing Life” I told you a little about how my father ended. Let me tell you how he began. I have a box of momentos that I saved from my childhood. In it there are several pins that my father received from having perfect attendance at his Baptist Sunday School. When I became a Christian (in my twenties), my dad told me that he had “accepted Christ” when he was a boy in Sunday School. My dad…..
In my book, “Choosing Life,” I told you that I taught my sons when they were youngsters to be patient with older people. We called them LOC’s and LOD’s, Little Old Chicks and Little Old Dudes. I told them that older people had worked hard all their lives and that they could go as slow as they wanted. And that we were going to wait for them. Children need to be taught. Do you want to know why they move…..