5 Things They Learned from Their Dad Tricia Lott Williford August 11, 2014 5 Comments “I’m so glad Daddy taught us about beans before he died.” “Beans?” Of all things? “Yes, you know. How they… Read more
To Choose To Remember Tricia Lott Williford July 22, 2014 9 Comments Sometimes, the very bravest, happiest thing you can do is to choose to remember. Read more
He Was A Pretty Great Geek. Tricia Lott Williford June 30, 2014 1 Comment I rarely knew what to get Robb for his birthday. He was an efficient man with a woefully short wish… Read more
If I Didn’t Already Know His Dad Tricia Lott Williford June 20, 2014 1 Comment “Mom. Do you honestly need a suitcase that big?” And then, “Ugh. You said we were leaving at 3:00. It… Read more
Water in my Wineglass Tricia Lott Williford June 15, 2014 No Comments It’s after midnight. I just baked a loaf of banana bread, and I do believe these wee small hours might… Read more
“Where are his Bones?” Tricia Lott Williford May 21, 2014 2 Comments “Mommy, where are Daddy’s bones?” We’re in the car, where most of our pivotal conversations happen. He asks me this… Read more
The Word ‘Because’ Tricia Lott Williford May 5, 2014 2 Comments Because. It’s a relational word, conveying cause and effect. It’s a word that connects dots, the ‘if and then’ of… Read more
A Word about Chili Rellenos Tricia Lott Williford April 1, 2014 No Comments Chili Rellenos. It’s a risk to order them, because they might be perfect and they might just as easily and… Read more
Glittery, Sparkling Moments from Needles in the Haystack Tricia Lott Williford March 10, 2014 1 Comment Quality is not something I can predict. I live the life of an artist, so I don’t abide by very… Read more
Science Fair, O Science Fair. I’d Rather Write You a Sonnet. Tricia Lott Williford January 20, 2014 5 Comments Robb and I had this foolproof plan. With our collective energies and varied interests, with his left brain and my… Read more
White Water Rapids and Lipstick. Tricia Lott Williford December 23, 2013 7 Comments Robb and I went on a whitewater rafting trip when we had been married for a year or so. We… Read more
In the Cave Tricia Lott Williford December 22, 2013 7 Comments How are you holding up? What are you up to? I’m in bed. The short response worries me. Not good,… Read more
One Thousand Days Later Tricia Lott Williford December 22, 2013 6 Comments I don’t really know how it happened, since I have long loved Chris Tomlin. But somehow, I had never heard… Read more
What I Learned on the Massage Table Tricia Lott Williford November 18, 2013 6 Comments I used to say that a trip to the grocery store sans children was just like a trip to the… Read more
Seven Feet of White Lit Brilliance. Tricia Lott Williford November 17, 2013 3 Comments I’m sitting in my papisan chair, the one that must be balanced against a corner of my writing studio or… Read more
S-P-I-R-I-T – SPIRIT. Tricia Lott Williford September 20, 2013 1 Comment Tonight, I will take the boys to their first high school football game. They will see the crowds, smell the… Read more
Truly Something. Tricia Lott Williford September 16, 2013 1 Comment “What was the first thing you noticed about your spouse?” The women are seated on one side of the… Read more
Happy Birthday, My Love. Tricia Lott Williford August 27, 2013 8 Comments I am taking two little boys out of school in the middle of the day. We will have root beer… Read more
Pocket Knives and Rites of Passage Tricia Lott Williford August 19, 2013 7 Comments Tuck spent Saturday night at a sleepover birthday party with a couple of the guys on his football team. It… Read more
Like Father, Like Son. Tricia Lott Williford August 11, 2013 1 Comment As we left church today, Tucker held the door for me. And as I passed by, I heard myself say,… Read more
