Category: Family
Dad at 90: Still Defying the Odds
87. That was it. 87. No more. His condition was too bad. He was too far gone. 87 years was all he was going to get. It’s what everyone thought — except for Mom. She was determined he was going to live. He was going to be OK. As it turns out, she was right. …
Obituary for my mother, Martha Lee Price
Martha Lee (Gartee) Price was born in Canton, MS on February 7, 1933, to the late Clifton Cornelius (Buck) Gartee, Jr. and Lessie Lee (Ross) Gartee. While still very young, Martha and her family moved to Jackson, MS, where she lived for most of her life. She peacefully entered the presence of Jesus in the…
The Fight for Life
I’m so thankful and proud of the elected leadership in Tennessee for standing up to the abortion industry. As Planned Parenthood continues to expand it’s reach, now focusing on Chattanooga, Tennessee has just passed a bill that declares personhood at the time of conception. The bill now goes to the desk of Governor Lee for approval….
The Girl of My Dreams: 27 Years Later
Almost from the beginning, I knew she was the girl of my dreams. Smart, funny, direct, Jesus-loving, fun-loving, pretty, and honest are just some of the characteristics that drew me to her. From our first conversation comparing travel notes standing just outside the pavilion at the Alto Frio camp to our first game of volleyball…
An Open Letter to My Dad on His 88th Birthday
Dear Dad, If I’m completely honest, this time last year I didn’t think you would be here to see this day. All my life, I assumed that you would live to be in your late 90s, strong and healthy as an ox, just like Grandma and Grandpa. All my dreams and assumptions about that came…
Standing For Life
Quick proud dad moment: I am so thankful to be the dad to two boys who love Jesus and desire to honor Him in all they do in the different stages of life they are in. Today, I’m extremely proud of my son Jacob’s bold stance in the fight for life as a college freshman….
Dad’s Long Journey: One year Later
One year ago today, my Dad awoke not feeling well, struggling to breathe. By late afternoon, he was in a medically-induced coma on full life support where he would remain for the next several weeks, his body waging the fight of a lifetime with pneumonia. The chance of survival was minuscule. That first day completely…
A Latina Mother Responds to Mayor Pete
Recently, Pete Buttigeig, an openly gay mayor from Indiana who is running for President in 2020, tweeted out the following: People will often be polite to you in person, while advancing policies that harm you and your family. You will be polite to them in turn, but you need not stand for such harms. Instead,…
The Twilight of Childhood: Celebrating Andrew’s 12th Birthday
It’s a hard time of life. You’re not a “little kid” anymore but you’re not a teenager, either. They call them the “tween years,” which I think means you are lost somewhere between the whacky childhood years and the chaotic teen years. Whatever it is, today our Andrew officially enters his last year of the…
Gravel Roads Get You There, Too
My Dad was born and raised in the little, country town of Mendenhall, Mississippi. When I was growing up, we spent nearly every Saturday down there visiting my grandparents, along with all the aunts, uncles, and cousins who were scattered along highway 13. Most of my memories include either walking or riding down all the…
The Winding, Hilly Road
They say the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. That may be the case for most things, but that certainly does not apply to the journey from the cradle to the grave. In the past couple of weeks, I’ve written about that journey; about the hairpin turns that sometimes leave us with…
In the Magnolia State of Uncertainty: Waiting to See What God Does
I made it back to Mississippi yesterday. I had waffled on when I was coming, trying to figure out timing so that I could be here when it’s most crucial for the family to be together. Not knowing which way this is going and when while living 400 miles away, timing is important. I don’t…
Whiplash From Life’s Hairpin Turns
As I write this, my Dad lay in ICU at Baptist Hospital in Jackson with a very slim chance of recovery, medically speaking. On Wednesday he was set to go home today (Friday) but took a terrible turn sometime during that night. In an instant, everything changed. That’s the way life is, isn’t it? Instantaneous…
Boys Still Can’t Be Boys…less now than ever.
5 years ago I wrote on the subject of how difficult it is for boys to be boys because the classroom is not designed to teach boys the way they learn best. Instead, according to a video I referenced in that post and attested to by an experienced elementary school teacher that I know, classroom…
Come Let Us Adore Him – Advent Devo
If you are interested in a good Advent devotional for you or your family, I would recommend this one by Paul David Tripp. Click on the large image below to check it out at Amazon.
On Jacob’s 18th Birthday
There is that first time you hold your newborn child that redefines who you are. Wrapped tightly in the little blanket, knit hat on head, eyes tightly shut, feeble and helpless. Though the last two adjectives can also be used to describe the feeling of being a new dad, it is the child in your…
On Teaching Them To Soar
It’s Friday morning, my day off, and I’m sitting outside at Rembrandt’s, one of my favorite spots in Chattanooga. The temperature has finally dropped below 90, the birds are singing and a breeze is gently blowing. The coffee is hot and it’s a great time to reflect on things flowing through my mind. As I…
Check out, “Watching Our Words” by Jacob C. Price
My son, Jacob, has written a new blog post entitled, “Watching Our Words,” where he explores the affect of words on our relationships and, as a part of a larger series he’s working on, “Becoming a Young Gentleman in the 21st Century”. I had the privilege of being interviewed by him for this segment (his…
Sometimes it just doesn’t fall
Jacob at the last hole of his match at Brown Acres Golf Course. So close!