Running Chatter turned six on Saturday.  Such a small thing, I know.  A blog birthday, no need for hype.  Still, I recognize the day because, in a way, Running Chatter’s beginning was also a beginning for me. The beginning of a journey of discovery.  Figuring out who I was, or, more importantly, who I wanted […]

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  • Kylee - July 12, 2016 - 10:09 am

    Oh friend, happy anniversary. I feel like this is where you “bloomed” for all the world to see. Amazing.

    You are, and have been, an inspiration to me. Your words… and then your photos and words, have moved me and spoken to my heart.

    Love you!ReplyCancel

    • Summer - July 12, 2016 - 11:44 am

      Thank you so much, Kylee. You, my friend, inspired the beginning of my own journey.

      Love you.ReplyCancel

  • kelly - July 12, 2016 - 10:19 am

    it all makes perfect sense, summer. and yes, here’s to many more years!ReplyCancel

    • Summer - July 12, 2016 - 11:43 am

      Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Kelly.ReplyCancel

  • Kara - February 27, 2017 - 6:35 pm

    Your page caught my eye and then your posts… I wish I had answers not only for you but for myself.

    I just recorded a similar thought a few weeks ago.

    “Sometimes, as I age, I feel as if my life has been a puzzle lying in a box for many years. The pieces are only just now starting to fit and form an image but sadly the edges are getting worn and faded.”

    All I can do is remind you that God has a plan for you and loves you and He knows exactly what He is doing even when we totally don’t understand why.


    • Summer - March 16, 2017 - 11:44 am

      HI Kara,

      I appreciate your words very much. So beautifully written and your puzzle illustration pierces my heart. Thank you so much.

      All my best,


For 37 years, I have sat at the dinner table on Thanksgiving and passed around turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, rolls, and peas, for color.  It’s our tradition. On Christmas, those same dishes are passed around the table.  For 37 years.  Turkey, dressing, potatoes, cranberries, bread and peas (for color) are passed from hand to […]

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  • Barbara Allen - July 1, 2016 - 11:57 am

    It’s the simple things in life that make the best memories – memories that money can’t buy – memories that can never be destroyed or lost – love this- Happy 4th of JulyReplyCancel

    • Summer - July 1, 2016 - 3:01 pm

      You are so right, Barb.
      Happy 4th to you, as well!ReplyCancel

What is Isis? Why would he do this?  Why do they want to kill people? We’ve tried very hard to shelter our kids from the chaos that has become so familiar in the world.  School shootings, hate spewing, senseless violence, and terror.  We’ve become experts at turning the t.v. off as news reports begin to tell […]

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  • Barbara Allen - June 14, 2016 - 12:07 pm

    Summer so well spoken – I love your transparency and I think focusing on the importance of love is a wonderful way to answer the questions of your babies – really it’s an answer that speaks to adults as well – we are told to love one another – that each life is important and matters – as your children grow into loving adults that love that you have taught them will make them world changers.ReplyCancel

    • Summer - June 15, 2016 - 8:53 am

      Thank you, Barb. This is such an important conversation and I hope that, in the end, it really can be that simple for them. . . for all of us.
      Thank you for your kind words, Barb.ReplyCancel

  • Kim Ellis - June 15, 2016 - 10:42 am

    When I was in gradeschool we had bomb drills… (yes Im telling my age) …we had to go out in the hallway and put our knees up and our head covered with our arms and head between our knees… we also had to get in the floor under our desks and sit the same as in the hall…. I had a teacher that told us that the Russians would be coming over and would hang us by a stick shoved through our ears, she said they would pull out our fingernails one by one… many horrible stories .. and when your in the 4th grade nightmares were every night… Our teacher let us know Bombs/ Russians were coming and we had no way of stopping them. My parents told us we had to live to be ready for anything but no matter what we were to not be afraid, God had our backs and we needed to love more, serve more, be kind to everyone .. even the teacher that was telling us such horrific stories because she must be terribly afraid herself to have such thoughts. ~don’t get me wrong.. Mom and dad had a talk with her about the stories she was telling and the ‘probalbys that were going to happen’ she stopped telling them but the nightmares continued for years. You are totally right in your way of teaching your children, trying to hide it from them as long as possible … they see how you react to situations and they will react the same. Love is like the light in the world… They sure can change the world.. I’m sure they will have much light in the world… they have wonderful examples!ReplyCancel

    • Summer - June 15, 2016 - 1:41 pm

      Oh Kim. Wow. That story, the things you were told. Wow.
      Thank you for sharing your experience, your wisdom, your encouragement.
      Thank you for the gift you gave me today. . .ReplyCancel

  • Becky Marshall - June 15, 2016 - 12:00 pm

    LOVE NEVER FAILS – I Corinthians 13 – one of my favorite chapters in the Bible.

    You and Chad are a beautiful example of unconditional love. The foundation that you are building in Christ, the solid Rock – will help them to stand even in the midst of storm. Life on earth will bring multiple challenges, lots of questions, will make them wonder…

    Edgar A guest wrote this poem…

    I’d rather see a sermon
    than hear one any day;
    I’d rather one should walk with me
    than merely tell the way.
    The eye’s a better pupil
    and more willing than the ear,
    Fine counsel is confusing,
    but example’s always clear;
    And the best of all preachers
    are the men who live their creeds,
    For to see good put in action
    is what everybody needs.
    I soon can learn to do it
    if you’ll let me see it done;
    I can watch your hands in action,
    but your tongue too fast may run.
    And the lecture you deliver
    may be very wise and true,
    But I’d rather get my lessons
    by observing what you do;
    For I might misunderstand you
    and the high advice you give,
    But there’s no misunderstanding
    how you act and how you live.

    Thank you for demonstrating to your children and to all you come in contact with how LOVE can make a difference even in the midst of tragedyReplyCancel

    • Summer - June 15, 2016 - 1:40 pm

      Oh Becky. . . this. is. beautiful.

      THank you, thank you, thank you for sharing such beautiful, encouraging words.ReplyCancel