We sent out about 200 Christmas letters and cards to our closest friends, not including those in Mobile. Jonah MERRY CHRISTMAS from the Brenners! e-mail edition. . . (our snail-mail address is: 51 Eliza Jordan Rd., Mobile, AL 36608) 1996. It’s been quite a year…we added a major addition on our home for Dottie (Sarah’s mom), Benjamin spent 3 1/2 months in Singapore, Joanna worked the summer in Virginia, Stephanie and Nathan have been negotiating with Robert and Sarah, we gained a new sister, and Jim (Robert’s dad) died in our home. Our Lord has been in the midst of…
My brother is in the living room, listening to early 80’s Michael W. Smith and knitting. I have this habit of sticking my head into his room and asking him what he’s listening to if I’m not familiar with it. It may bug him, I don’t know, me checking on him like that. Sometimes I’ll just poke my head in to see what he’s doing, even if his door is closed. I know it would drive me crazy if he did that to me. Today he was listening to some full orchestral work. “Guess,” he said when I asked him.…
Joanna: So you wanna hear my story? — she asks this standing outside the classroom last night during break, just shortly before dr. allums walks back from his office to interrupt us. he calls her on a habit we all seem to have: “do you realize we’re always going around doing that to each other? one of us is constantly saying to another (pointing his finger menacing), `i’ve got a book you need to read’. right. like any of us ever have time to do that.” it dawns on me later, most people talk about sports, or movies, or restaurants.…
My hair is green. It’s not usually green, of course. It’s just sprayed green now for my part of Emerald City Denizen #1 in my school’s production of _The Wizard of Oz_. The director told me, “I’d dare you to go to school like that, but I know you would!” I did, actually. Yesterday, I went straight from the performance to school, having removed only my costume and makeup (and redonning my street clothes, of course). Dr. Garner, the straight-laced dean of humanities or something like that, looked up, caught sight of me and my emerald noggin as I entered…
augh. Sick… I’ve been up for about half an hour or so. Took a shower and got on here. Now I think I’ll go back to bed. Last night was bad. I finally got up and emptied the contents of my stomach around 4. There was a lot there from 8 the night before, which my mom took to mean a stomach virus. I’m pretty sure it’s the flu. Coldy with headache and vomiting. I dozed in the easy chair downstairs, threw up again an hour later. Then when everyone else got up, I was banished to my room. Mom…