It is a line that Tink and I quote often, always with a shake of the head. We will carry it to our graves.A dear friend of ours — a successful entertainer from a storied family — had a cruel mother who left her children to figure out food, school, and life for themselves.
It is a line that Tink and I quote often, always with a shake of the head. We will carry it to our graves.A dear friend of ours — a successful entertainer from a storied family — had a cruel mother who left her children to figure out food, school, and life for themselves.
It weighs on my heart, and it can be sobering.Are we losing our sense of humor? Over the past few years, something has shifted.Many of our comedian friends have stopped touring. One has even become a preacher.
Spring has arrived, and it is a beautiful sight indeed.It has been several years since we’ve truly had a spring.Too often, cold winters have given way abruptly to hot, humid days. But this year feels different.
Coffee cup in hand, I stopped at the window and took in the beauty of a Tennessee early morning.It was all so pretty and soothing, with a perfectly manicured yard, large trees, a blackboard fence, and horses grazing.I thanked the good Lord for the opportunity to see such a pretty sight.
Every Easter Sunday morning, my husband, Tink, doesn’t crawl out of bed to attend Sunrise Service.He jumps out of bed, dresses, then leans over to kiss me goodbye. “I’ll be back to get you for church,” he says softly.“Okay,” I mumble while pulling the covers up to my chin and going back to sleep.
A famous friend of mine was with me at an event, and I came home with three stories. I sat down and composed them in a breeze.She was perplexed. “I was at the same event, and I didn’t see that. How can you see a story where I don’t?”I thought about it for a moment, then answered.
The good Lord has a sense of humor. Of this, I am very certain. I’ve seen His sense of humor a few times, but I was reminded of it the other day.I was in the barn looking for something when I walked by a box of Tink’s father’s things.
A few years before singing star Glen Campbell was forced to give up his fabled career due to illness, I spent a couple of hours listening to his stories.Actually, I was the guest of his opening act, Grand Ole Opry star Roy Clark.