In case you haven’t heard, the fabulous Whitlocks are moving

Boxes to the left of me, boxes to the right of me, boxes behind and in front of me! Boxes! Boxes! Boxes! That sounds like the beginning of a Dr. Seuss book! While much of my life is like one of his made-up stories, this one is quite real. In case you haven’t heard, the fabulous… Continue reading In case you haven’t heard, the fabulous Whitlocks are moving

Do we own our possessions, or do they own us?

The fabulous Whitlocks are moving! We are downsizing. The large home that once housed Uncle Paul, my parents, Ruthie, and Wendy and I is no longer needed. Of course, my mind is flooded with memories. Going through all of my stuff causes me to ask myself the question that I asked in a sermon a… Continue reading Do we own our possessions, or do they own us?