“Dogs have no money. Isn’t that amazing? They’re broke their entire lives. But they get through. You know why dogs have no money? No pockets.” ~ Jerry Seinfeld
I was 9 when my mother and I last worked for the same boss. I was a paperboy for the Winona Daily News and my mother wrote a weekly column called “Whimsey.” She shared observations on life in a small town, being the wife of a pastor and mother of 6 children. Her quips then included thoughts on the topics of marriage, work and school. Read more
Legacies can be beautiful.
A legacy is often as simple as the dimples that peek out so charmingly on the cheeks of babies of succeeding generations. Read more
Just when in our mundane living did the infamous Pillow Police acquire so much power?
These days no abode is immune to their scrutiny, from brand new-builds to slightly messy early adult apartments; from retro furnished condos to family basements. The Pillow Police dictate, set rigid regulations, and demand complete obedience. Read more
Back to basics series: this post covers the basics of legacy giving. If you’re new around here, you might find it especially helpful. Go ahead and check out back to basics for other articles covering key concepts.
So, what is legacy giving anyways? Read more
Never in my life have I been able to mystify my children. They saw through all my object lessons, magic tricks and efforts to get them to make healthy choices. We have no grandchildren. There are three grand dogs but no heirs. Our youngest is getting married this month and — while marriage is no longer a prerequisite — no grandchildren are in sight. Read more
I went to school with a wonderful person named Thaddeus E. Pinkney III.
I expect the original Thaddeus never set out to create a ritual in which the eldest son of each succeeding generation was named Thaddeus, but that’s what happened. Rituals are important. They help us mark important events. They begin to shape us, as we shape them. Read more
I once worked with an elderly donor who had a great idea for her legacy. She was in the process of ‘baking’ her legacy when I met her. Read more
The minister met once again with the ladies group who beseeched him to talk to the bag lady that came to each funeral and pocketed the cookies left after the funeral lunch.
They were fed up watching her collect the dainties they had made for the guests who attended the funeral. Read more
When an event becomes a celebration be the first to plop the garish lampshade on your stately head as you exit the party.
Refuse fuss, object to hoopla, and cancel wing dings. Then gracefully recant when the opposition of progeny overwhelms your common sense.