Archive for the ‘Relationships – Marriage’ Category

My Front Porch Looking in

Tuesday, November 28th, 2006

Have you even taken the time to look inside your house from the outside? I mean really just stopped to take a look inside?

I was listening to the radio again today on the way to a meeting when the country song, My Front Porch Looking In came on. LoneStar sings about finally owning a little piece of land where he can see the sun rise and the moon lay on the fences.

He then does something that, I suspect, many of us have not taken the time to do. He turns his head and takes a look inside to see what it looks like there. It’s in that moment that he sees the most beautiful view he says he’ll ever see…a family he adores a woman he loves.

While many of us do not fit the bill of the traditional family and we may even live alone, what does the inside of our home say about us?

She Let Herself Go

Monday, November 6th, 2006

She Let Herself Go is the name of a country song about a woman who was a dutiful housewife and worked hard to take good care of her husband and their home. Somewhere along the way, he decided he didn’t love her anymore, told her one day, and left. The song suggests that he was […]

Ready to Take a Chance Again

Thursday, November 2nd, 2006

By now you know I love music. These days, country music is my preference but I have a pretty broad base of music knowledge from many kinds of music – including the movies. One song I was reminded of was from the 1977 movie “Foul Play.” The name of it is Ready to Take a […]

Jewels, Chocolates and Memories

Thursday, October 26th, 2006

My father had a little tradition around holidays and special occasions. He ALWAYS brought my mother a box of chocolate covered cherries. We kids watched him do that every time it was her birthday or a holiday. My mother always seemed thrilled to get those candies. She would share one with each of us as […]

“No, I Don’t Like Flowers” or “She’s Lying”

Wednesday, October 18th, 2006

I’ve loved flowers ever since I was old enough to remember them. I often picked wildflowers for my mother. She always acted like she loved them, even though some of them were really just weeds. In the field behind my house every spring there would appear a lavender blanket of violets that livened up the […]