My grandmother was a man before she married. Well actually, she was a Mann before she married. She said this to everyone at the nursing home. Staff would smile and nod their heads at the woman they thought had slipped forever into dimentia.
Bea Oglesbee was a dynamic woman assigned a lifetime of last names that didn't fit. My grandmama spoke truth, but not everyone comprehended the truth she spoke. I feel the same say. So did Jesus. Great company, I'd say.
I try to speak truth, a little too often. In the department store dressing rooms, I offer honest opinions. If an item makes a solitary shopper look short and dumpy I say so because it's not purchased yet. I offer other suggestions or even a trip out to the floor to get the right size. A purchased unflattering outfit means that person has no friends.
Lies are unpardonable sins. I blame my brother for that absolute in my life. It's why I don't like him. If there's anything I can ever teach my students about life, it is to confront the problem with a resolution rather than offering lame excuses (even if true) or lies. I might muster a forgive, but I'll never forget.
So here we are on my first post. I suspect I'll rant about politics and religion. I'll slip into my story-teller mode. I'll offer tips on teaching. I'll complain about how men don't listen. I'll tell Buddy and LaVon stories. I'll swear to never, ever do another yearbook. I'll get all excited about the new yearbook. I'll swear, in general. I'll offer a few coupon tips. I'll speak the truth and I'll never lie to you.
