New Story about Old Friends Found Again

I did not expect this.  I had to silent my phone last night because it was buzzing from comments about a new story about a couple of people  I used to know at church.

I wasn’t sure how this story would go — the one I had written about former members and long-time friends, Mique and Rudy Morgan. The secret to my work, actually, is that I’m never sure how it will go. In any case, if you’d like to see the results now, you can read the story here:

I sent the piece to Mique and Rudy first, like I always do. When they were good with it, I thought to myself… let’s go slow with this one until I’m sure. Their family should see it next. Through Facebook messages, I sent the link to two daughters, a granddaughter and son-in-law. If they were good with it, I was going to post it on Facebook. But things got out of order. Their granddaughter Erica posted the story on Facebook before I did, so I went out there to catch up with my own post. Then Mique, Tobie, Kellie, and Ashley shared the story. Plus, I got a message from son-in-law Stanton, who is in Belize on a mission trip, saying he felt like he was in the room with me during the interview.

That’s when my notifications started buzzing, and I listened in to the comments their friends were making until I had to silent my phone and go to sleep. Hope you’ll enjoy My Evening with Mique and Rudy as much as the rest of us.

P.S. I wrote a draft and revision of this story but couldn’t get settled about it until I came up with a reason why – why would you want to go looking for friends you once knew. See what I mean here:

New Story Found Behind Magnolia Tree

I had a most interesting visit with John and Helen Figh the other day, the outcome of which is the latest story in my People I Met at Church series.

It’s not that their house is invisible – it’s not. But it is true that most people don’t see it when they pass by. I explain why in “Beyond the Magnolia Tree with John and Helen.” Be sure to check it out.

The Fighs don’t do email or the Internet, so when I finished writing this piece about them, I drove a copy to their house and listened as Helen read the story to John. I don’t have that experience often, if ever – where people read my writings to me – but, I must say, after I heard this story, I really liked it. Hope you will too.

Speaking of houses, if you didn’t know this already, John’s grandfather built the oldest surviving brick residence in Montgomery – and the only brick structure to be moved up Court Street. Plus, he was the contractor for the state capitol building. Learn more here:

A Story Just in Time for Mother’s Day

Perhaps in the technical view of the term, Cecile hasn’t been a mother. Even so, she is fully living out a philosophy within one of her favorite quotes:

“A hundred years from now, it won’t matter what my bank account was, or the kind of car I drove… but the world will be a little better because I was important to and made a difference in the life of a child.” – Anonymous

Find out how she makes a difference (over and over) right here:

P.S. Cecile takes that idea of having a “church family” to a whole new level. You can see what I mean here: