“I’m so sorry, but…”
“I’m so sorry,” I said, stoically, “but as much as I WANT to accept the position, I’m going to have to turn it down.” There was hesitation on the other end of the line. Perhaps even disappointment, matching mine. The chairman had expressed the overwhelming support of the elder board when he offered me the position. The board included...
Backpacks, Classrooms, and Prayers – Part Two
Part Two! Backpacks are packed. Classrooms are filled. Your prayers are vital. If you missed my blog last week, check it out https://elainemcallister.com/backpacks-classrooms-and-prayers/ as I'll be building upon it this week. The newness of the school year is still very real - both for students and teachers. Routines are becoming more and more...
Backpacks, Classrooms, and Prayers
Back-to-School It's the back-to-school season! Noisy feet shuffle through hallways. Children, tweens, teens, and adults scurry between classrooms. Backpacks hang on hooks and in overflowing lockers. Routines are the norm again in many households. New relationships are beginning, and lives are changing. The morning bell sounds and boisterous...
Teachers, Writers, Prayers, and Such!
My maternal grandmother was a one-time teacher, and a frugal saver of papers. She bound them together between hardback covers from discarded books using metal rings inserted through punched holes to secure them. Several years of Sunday school papers were well preserved in such a book recently discovered among my parents’ belongings. If you've...
Grandma’s Story – Part 2 of A Story, Unfolding
If you’re following "A Story, Unfolding" in my blog, you may remember I introduced my grandma - before she was my grandma. She was the girl my grandpa met at that birthday party in 1905 - remember? (If not, click here to go back and read part one: https://elainemcallister.com/a-story-unfolding/. ) Travel in the 1900s But in 1913, this 25-year...
Sunburns, Solos, and Other Successes
This grandma has four grandkids who have teacher moms - moms who are, right now, thoroughly enjoying the break from routine. No lesson plans. No schedules. A respite from the end-of-the-year chaos. The flurry of field trips, track meets, music programs, and graduations - that's all forgotten now. But...today I'm remembering some special...
A Story, Unfolding
Each one of us has a story. Many stories are sealed, never to be revealed. Sealed within us - possibly due to the introverted notion that no one else would care to know our story, or our inability to know where to begin in telling it. Yet, the story is there. The story is real. And, in my humble opinion, the story needs to be told. I’ve always...
A Plethora of Memories
There are many things that have kept me away from my keyboard lately. A plethora of tasks seemed much more pressing than creating words on the keyboard. Tasks which filled more hours than I had, tasks which stirred memories long ago forgotten, and tasks which led to more sore muscles than I ever imagined possible. Memories of days gone by have...








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