In the tiny country church where I spent most of the first 22 years of my life, where I found the Lord at the age of 11, where, without fail, I had the leading part in every Christmas pageant and where my daddy laid down the law in more ways than one, we sang hymns from a brown songbook and a green one that were filled with the haunting melodies that have penetrated the Appalachians for many decades.
Q: When he throws a tantrum, which happens several times a day, my 20-month-old often gets down on the floor and starts banging his head. Worried that he may hurt himself, I pick him up and comfort him. I know that reinforces head-banging, but I don't know what else to do.
Not long ago, a friend of mine was huffing, puffing and carrying on something awful about an injustice she had recently suffered. She had dealt with someone rather devious and the result was, well, rather devious.
Q: My 26-month-old daughter will go on the potty happily every hour when told (we're using your "potty bell" and it's working extremely well) and produces every time. As a result, she's having very few if any wee incidents.
It was a couple of years before Mama just up and died without warning and when we least expected it, that I was visiting her one day.
Q: We are very concerned about our 8-year-old grandson's lying. He always pleads innocence and wonders plaintively why no one ever believes him. When someone confronts him with some misdeed they saw him do (example: poking holes in the back door screen), he merely shrugs his shoulders and grins. His parents have punished him repeatedly by taking away screen privileges, but to no avail. They've also told him the story of the boy who cried wolf to explain why no one believes him. This has been going on since he was a small child. We are all concerned ...
Somewhere along the line, it seems, people have stopped talking about the American Dream. I can't recall the last time I heard anyone, in person or through the media, remind folks that we live in the greatest country on earth and that here in this land of profound freedom, opportunities abound and no one, regardless of race or level of economic upbringing, is held back from grand and lofty aspirations.
Thousands of days, all those filled with clouds, rain, snow or sunshine, have passed since that time, yet the lesson sticks stubbornly to my heart.
It happened recently. The 20th anniversary of the death of stock car racer Davey Allison. Maybe you remember him. Maybe you don't.
Tink had been in Los Angeles for a week, so that morning before his plane left LAX, it occurred to me that a good wifely thing to do would be to welcome him back to the Rondarosa with a home-cooked meal.
We had a funeral at church the other day, which was not unusual. Rodney laid his work aside and came to direct the choir. That, too, was not unusual. I sang in the choir. Now that was very unusual.
Everyone loved Mama. And they loved stories about her. This is a column written before her death but never published. I decided to share it to celebrate Mama. She was a true Southern original.
By FAITH HEATON JOLLEYDeseret News National
She was not a pretty woman in the days of her youth. Her lips were too thin, her forehead too high and her eyes so round that they seemed to bulge into the lens of the glasses she wore.
Most husbands, if they carry a photo of their wives, like for it to be one of glamour and beauty. That would not be my husband.
It's a fact that a good night's sleep is essential to optimal performance, no matter the task. It is also a fact that America's teens, generally speaking, don't get enough sleep. Ergo, American teens, as a group, underperform in school.
As the old parenting point of view fell out of fashion beginning in the late 1960s, the vernacular that accompanied it all but completely disappeared. Today's parents don't say to their children the sorts of things parents said to children in the 1950s and before, things like, "You're acting too big for your britches again, young man."
It's a funny thing. That's what Mama used to say when something baffled her. Like Mama, I prefer that things make common sense. Otherwise, I'll ponder, figure, study, and try to decipher that funny thing until it's somewhat sensible.
One Sunday while sitting around the dinner table, Louise and I began to tell Daddy stories, the ones that stretched back to the early days of his preaching life. Since I was born 12 years after he "made a preacher," as our folks said back then, I could only contribute what he had told me about those days, not what I had seen.
Q: Our 5-year-old grandson sees his 5-year-old female first cousin from time to time. After they play for a while, he tells her he wants to "touch" her. This has happened twice in recent months. Her parents are very upset, but our grandson's parents read lots of parenting books and seem to think it's no big deal. Your thoughts on this matter?
To this conclusion I have come: the most deadly years of our lives are the ages 16 to 21. Those years give us a headiness that comes from new freedom - a driver's license - and the passing of the torch from strict childhood rules to more trust, different restraints and relaxed curfews.
On one of my Web sites I, along with a team of certified parent coaches, answer questions submitted by parents. In the last two days, 67 percent of the questions have concerned toilet training. A 3-year-old is afraid of the potty. A 26-month-old will only use the potty independently if he's not wearing clothes. A 23-month-old seems oblivious to mom's expectations. And so on.
The YMCA of Coastal Georgia will become a provider of the nationally recognized LIVESTRONG at the YMCA program, thanks to an implementation grant from YMCA of the USA, the Y's national resource office, in partnership with the LIVESTRONG Foundation.
Their histories, accurate and complete, are lost to time and buried with them and those who knew them. I wish I knew more, for their stories would read like a page-turning novel.
A mom recently asked me what I would say to my son if he was 12 years old and wanted a mohawk haircut for the summer. I told her I'd say no.
As an investor, you're well aware that, over the short term, the financial markets always move up and down. During your working years, you may feel that you have time to overcome this volatility. And you'd be basing these feelings on actual evidence: the longer the investment period, the greater the tendency of the markets to "smooth out" their performance. But what happens when you retire? Won't you be more susceptible to market movements?
My grandmother - Daddy's mother - was sometimes called "crazy" by others who didn't quite understand her eccentric ways. Of course, in the South, we are proud of such a label for it means that we are interesting and worthy of being the center of coffee and cake conversation.
Carolyn Bashlor penned her first book, "Getting It All Together," back in 1980.
I absolutely love it when people begin to realize that the problems they're having with a child are of their own making; when they begin to realize, in other words, that the child is not the problem-they are! All this time (however long that might be), they've been trying to correct the wrong person - the child - getting nowhere and becoming nothing but frustrated in the process. Instead, they need to correct themselves, and it goes without saying that correcting one's self is much, much easier than trying to correct someone else.
It was an early summer morning, an enchanting time when flowers are blooming, blackberries are spurting to full growth, and the birds are happy to have sunny warmth. I had taken myself out to the back porch, where often I settle down to write after I have finished a gentle run.