I grew up as a Baptist preacher’s kid. That is my excuse for so many things in my life. When Doug was pastoring in Weatherford OK, he was a pretty, typical Baptist preacher, tied to denominational beliefs and traditions.
February is an interesting month. Cold winter is still with us, we all pretend to have warm hearts for one day, a furry animal that we worship predicts the weather, football has FINALLY ended, and we are only in to the second month of a long year.
It’s friggin’ 12 degrees outside. So, let’s talk about towels. I have monthly appointments for a manicure and pedicure, a massage and a facial. Either I’m a woman of a certain age who is trying to take care of herself. Or, I’m a pampered diva...
It was midnight when I landed. It had been a long day. I had performed a funeral that morning and then hopped on a flight with a 3-hour layover in St. Louis. I like St. Louis, but three hours is a long time to be in any airport.