Jenny Evans Dunham

My four-year-old grandson had an interesting experience a few weeks ago. I gave his mom a box of MultiGrain Cheerios for them to enjoy. The next morning she noticed that my grandson was looking for food in the refrigerator. This was rather odd because his bowl of cereal was sitting on the table waiting for him. When she asked him why he wasn’t eating his Cheerios, he told her that some of them were burned and he didn’t want to eat them. Since this was his first time to eat MultiGrain Cheerios he didn’t understand why some of them were darker than others. Once his mom explained to him that they just looked different because they were made from a different grain he ate them without any problems. Continue reading »

This week I read the novel, The Choice, by Nicholas Sparks. Although it is a love story, it is so much more. Without giving away the plot or the ending, let me just say that the hero of the story has to make a very serious decision involving whether to keep a promise he made or to break it because of his love for the heroine. I found it extremely hard to put down the book once I started reading it because I wanted to know what he decided to do. Continue reading »

It wasn’t that long ago that my youngest grandson learned to walk. I remember how he would walk a little, fall down, cry a little, get back up, walk some more–over and over again. He got frustrated but he wasn’t willing to totally give up and stop trying to learn to walk. Today he is in constant motion and runs more than he walks. He succeeded in reaching his goal and then some. Continue reading »

Yesterday was September 11, a day that is forever stamped in the memories of most Americans. Although we personally may not have lost a loved one, our country lost something that day–the sense of security that we had always felt on our own soil. Continue reading »

I don’t know about you, but I have a big problem handling regret. It is so easy for me to tell myself that I didn’t do the right thing in a particular situation. For example, I know that I could have done a better job raising my children. Often, I wonder if I did things that will have a long-term bad effect on them. Maybe it’s my personality, but I tend to relive experiences and think about how I should have handled them. Continue reading »