If you’re following along, you might know about Sacred Saturdays.  They evolved from my husband’s and my need to hold time aside just for us. The time that has worked best is Saturday mornings. The name came later as we realized just what this time means to us and what it has contributed to our relationship. “Sacred” in the name does not mean that we do something specifically related to God every time, although we sometimes do. It means that this time is a priority and it’s special. I explain how it came about and what we do on these mornings in the original story. We’ve been doing Sacred Saturdays…

Drag racing is dangerous. My husband, Bobby, is a professional funny car driver, and over the years I’ve watched more racecars crash than I care to remember. Our sport has worked to be safe, and almost every time, drivers walk away without even a scratch. But there is damage. The two most common safety issues in drag racing are cars catching fire and cars hitting the wall. Often, the two happen at the same time. Bobby has been on fire three times. I thank God that’s he’s never been hurt in the car. I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more just to… never see that again.…