Mama taught me a lot of things, but one of them is a lesson I'm still learning. Maybe not intentionally, but Mama taught me about letting go.
 My initiation into serving in an urban elementary school was swift and heartbreaking.
Tossed about by poverty and neglect, Larry's family awaited the arrival of sibling number seven. A mother barely thirty and no baby daddies in sight for any of them, life held few promises.  Annalyn and I were making strawberry jam recently, talking about the important things that an almost teenager and her doting grandparent care about.
In the mix, I told her that God cares about EVERYTHING we care about, no matter how small. The very next day, He made sure I was keeping that lesson up close and personal. Self-rising flour (don't judge me, REAL cooks) and hand-held mixers might be in short supply these days, but recipes are rampant. Thank goodness for those creative cooks and kitchens who are happy to share their delicacies.
Is anybody else as crazy as I am about using pillows to decorate? I know, silly question considering all the myriads of options out there.
What do you say, Dear Reader, when asked what your hobb(ies) are? That's a tough question for me to answer. I've done school for so many years, I've never landed on anything that kept my attention for long. Or I hadn't until I tried something with my granddaughters.
 Once upon a time I dreamed of learning to arrange flowers and become an outstanding photographer in my next life. Sometimes we need to monitor and adjust, don't we, Dear Reader?
Hey, Dear Reader, are you as ready for flip-flop season as I am? I just love wearing flip-flops! I keep a pair out in my closet year-round, just in case there's a freak warm day in January. But flip-flops can be a little problematic, too.
 Dear Reader, I hope the memes for my word, NEVERTHELESS, are meaningful to you this year. I'd love to share a little more about my personal one word for 2019, Nevertheless. For more information about One Word 365, click on the icon below.   My family is proudly from the South. That means we take our drinks sweet, not just sweet, really sweet.
As a child, Mama would make lemonade, sweet lemonade. She used equal parts of reconstituted lemon juice and sugar. In spite of drinking this summer delight, I grew up with surprisingly strong teeth. |
Hi, my name is Alice. A Way with Words is about sharing faith,
fun, & encouragement. Thanks for stopping by! I hope you find a little something to take with you. 
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