Beyond Words

We’ve all heard the saying “Find a penny pick it up; all day long you’ll have good luck.” Well, today on my walk with our Beagle Nick (and yes, we’ve applied to adopt one of the 1,500 abused beagles recently rescued) there it was on the curb: a somewhat shiny copper coin. I immediately picked it up and said the saying.

Well, did you know the saying has a second part? The rest says “Give it to a faithful friend; then your luck will never end.” It’s a powerful message as is another saying on a penny that we often overlook: “In God We Trust.” Yep, every time you see a penny you might have good luck and you get a gentle reminder to trust God. It’s not always easy though, is it? Penny for your thoughts on this?

For reasons I won’t go into here, lately I’ve been struggling with that. Yes, I say a million times “Jesus, I trust in You” as we’re reminded through the Divine Mercy, but mercy me, give me a sign!

Today’s penny reminded me of all this as I read a blog from Tania Stephens who wrote the tiny penny is not flashy or loud, but we can use one to serve as a reminder to surrender and trust. Even if it’s only one cent.

Proverbs 3:5-6

Easy to read but harder to live out, right? I do ask the Lord for guidance every day and all day but when I hear silence or “wait” instead of “yes,” I struggle. Then I remember Psalm 25:1 that reads, “In you Lord my God, I put my trust.” Say it out loud. Stop the worrying and the doubting. Stop trying to control the outcome. Into His hands release it all.

As Tania reminded me, trusting God doesn’t mean we never have questions, it doesn’t mean we don’t overthink and catastrophize, and it doesn’t mean we never feel afraid or angry. As my Bible study friends once so supportively and affirmingly told me, “He knows you’re angry Carla and He’s okay with that.”

Amen and Alleluia.

These least of our monetary system are actually somewhat priceless and worth more than you think when you consider the powerful words on each one. Sadly, so many overlook them and don’t think a penny is worth picking up. I hope to change that.

So, I’ve decided I’m going to hang on to the penny I found today and maybe I’ll start dropping pennies here and there for others, and those faithful friends mentioned in the saying, to find. It’s all starting to make cents.

About Those Pennies

The penny was one of the first coins made by the U.S. Mint after its establishment in 1792. Its current design has President Abraham Lincoln on the “obverse” heads side and the “E Pluribus Unum” Union Shield on the reverse tails side.

The coin has gone through many designs since its inception as a representation of one-hundredth of a dollar. The U.S. Mint’s official name for it is “cent” and the U.S. Treasury’s official name for it is “one cent piece.” What we call a “penny” is derived from the British coin called a “pence.”

The “In God We Trust” appeared for the first time on pennies when the U.S. Congress passed the Act of March 3, 1865 authorizing the use of the motto.

The future of pennies has been debated often and the fluctuating price of copper periodically caused a penny shortage as people hoarded them for their perceived value.  As a result, the U.S. Treasury lost tens of millions of dollars ever year producing pennies including a reported $85.3 million in losses for producing nearly 3.2 billion pennies through 2024 fiscal year. It’s currently estimated that the cost to mint one cent was 3.69 cents. I’m no math major but that doesn’t make cents!

That same year about a quarter trillion pennies were estimated to be in circulation equally more than 700 pennies for each person in the U.S. That’s a lot of pennies but sadly many Americans simply throw pennies away and most modern vending machines don’t even take them. Most Americans don’t actually spend pennies at all but rather keep them in a basket or drawer at home, or return them to a bank, or cash them in at coin counting kiosks. What all this means is that pennies must be continuously replaced with newly minted…and costly…copper coins. This is done so for them more than any other coins.

A solution was in need.

It takes an act of Congress literally to fix things and In April of 2025 the “Common Cents Act” bill was introduced to formalize an end to penny production for general circulation and require cash transactions to be rounded to the nearest nickel. That same year President Trump instructed Secretary of the Treasure, Scott Bessent, to halt penny production. Sadly, no bill to eliminate or cease production of the penny has yet passed but Bessent has the authority to suspend coin production upon determining new ones are no longer needed.

Regardless of how one feels about it, in May of last year the U.S. Treasury announced that the Mint had stopped purchasing penny planchets and production would cease. The last penny produced for general circulation was minted at the U.S. Mint in Philadelphia on November 12, 2025 and the Federal Reserve stated it would continue to recirculate pennies for “as long as possible.”

What does all this mean? It means those pennies you have are indeed priceless. So is the wording on them.

That wording is also found on all U.S. currency. In fact, “In God We Trust” is the official motto of the United States and was first added to coins in 1864. It became mandatory on all U.S. currency following a law passed in 1955. Picking up a $20 bill might not have the same “all day long you’ll have good luck” history to it, but it won’t hurt to read those words each time you see one. It might be worth your while.

One last little tidbit kinda related to all this: the Penny Loafer. I loved them in college. Bass Weejuns were all the rage and now I love knowing the coins were put in them were actually talismans of good luck.

Hisotrically, that wasn’t the intent of the laceless shoes introduced by G.H. Bass who based their style on Norwegian fishermen’s slip-ons nearly a century ago. The popular “Weejun” was named for its Norwegian roots. Who knew?! The design featured a leather strap across the top with a small cutout, which prep schoolers used to pop a penny in and the trend went viral. Voila! The “penny loafer” was born.

I enjoyed a regular quarterly brunch with former co-workers and friends of more than 40 years this past week and yeah, I did it. Yeah, I shared away, laughed away, listened away, and loved away but I also did something many would frown upon: I substituted the vinaigrette dressing that came with my salad and went with ranch dressing instead. Yep, good ole ranch. Who doesn’t love it and how did we survive without it?

I can pretty much eat it with anything and everything. Of course salads but also raw veggies, fries or chips, and don’t tell anyone in Buffalo, but I do like it with my wings…along with the standard Bleu Cheese…and pizza crust dip. I like it so much that a golfing buddy of mine who I see weekly orders some with her lunch just to share it with me. Now that’s a friend!

So, how did we live without it? Growing up, dressings in our home were homemade French, Thousand Island, or vinegar and oil. As much as I loved my mom’s makings back then, today I’m saying thank you to another salad dressing maker: Steve Henson.

Considering the fact that ranch dressing is a southern staple, it’s only appropriate that it was a plumber-turned-cowboy that started it all. Nebraska native Henson found himself in Alaska doing contract work in the 1950s, including that of part-time crew cook. Fresh and varied ingredients were hard to come by so Henson created something his crew members loved using dried herbs, spices, and powdered milk. That simple but the rest is salad dressing history.

By 1954 Henson and his high school sweetheart and wife Gayle were able to retire on 120 acres outside of Santa Barbara, California and started a dude ranch. They named it “Hidden Valley” and guests loved the steakhouse, outdoor activities, and homecooked meals, but it was the delicious salad dressing that they left talking about. It wasn’t long before they hounded Henson for jars of it to take home.

The demand was so great that the Hensons started a mail order business that led to packets of the dressing being sent all over the country.  Eventually the tangy concoction showed up in grocery store aisles and salad bars across America. Henson passed away in 2007 and Gayle in 1993, but their ingenuity and hard work paid off when In 1972 they sold Hidden Valley Ranch to Clorox for $8 million.

So, what is it about that creamy herb bottle of yumminess that’s a requirement at parties, tailgates, open houses, and events of all kinds and today has a cult-like following? Number one, it’s just good. Yeah, it may be considered gauche or icky by many, but you know you love it.

Today, the creamy concoction is America’s most popular salad dressing and is sold in more than 30 countries where it is often called “America’s Dressing. In fact, 40 percent of Americans consider ranch their favorite dressing and Hidden Valley Ranch products generate nearly $500 million in annual revenue.

Every brand has its version of ranch dressing but connoisseurs are loyal to Hidden Valley. I know I am. Its ingredients are not unique, with Caesar dressing, French Onion dip, and even alfredo pasta sauce sharing similar makings. By the 1980s, ranch dressing was available in grocery stores everywhere but things really began to take off in 1986 when popular brands started branding their products as “ranch” products, starting with Cool Ranch Doritos. I’m not a fan of them but millions were and are.

And it’s not all bad or unhealthy when it comes to the original thing. According to their website, many Hidden Valley products are gluten free and the company has a program where all products undergo schedules and rigorous testing. In addition, all products are manufactured in facilities with stringent allergen control programs to prevent cross-contamination, Finally, Hidden Valley Organic Ranch is made with USDA-certified organic and National Organic Program compliant ingredients and is made in the USA! What’s not to love?!

One question I’ve always had and maybe you do too is what’s the difference between the “salad dressing mix” and the “dip mix” and are they interchangeable? The answer is yes, depending on the texture you’re looking for. If you prefer a thicker dressing, use the dip mix. If you’re looking for a more pourable dressing, use the dressing mix.

Today Hidden Valley Ranch is a household name and is way more than something to drizzle over your salad. It’s an institution and a way of life for many. Just search “Ranch Dressing” on the internet and a slew of recipes will show up as well as countless videos and tutorials. I can’t help but wonder what cowboy Steve would think of his resulting empire and I’d venture to guess that a large percentage of American refrigerators have a bottle of it inside right now. As they say, you either love it or you really love it.

It’s hard to believe May is almost upon us. I swear it feels like we were just celebrating Valentine’s Day but here we are gazing ahead to Memorial Day. Which means, according to fashion etiquette of the golden age, you can start wearing white again. But is that still true or is it now considered a little white lie?

Those in the south have long said “hay-ull no” if asked about the rule and you could say the above Bergdorf-Goodman photo perfectly epitomizes their attitude about this. If there’s any place where societal rules are adhered to though, it’s the south but etiquette experts and even “Southern Living” readers agree that wearing white year-round is completely acceptable. It’s more about fabric and style than color.

What’s more yummy than winter white corduroy, wool pants, a cashmere sweater, or a down puffer when things are white as snow in many places? I’m pretty sure those in New England are also raising their hands and waving their white flags to the old-fashioned fashion rule. Come spring and summer, bring out those breezy white linen blouses, flattering white jeans, and flowy white dresses.

Shoes perhaps bring up a small dilemma. I for one steer away from white shoes in the winter although I may slip on a pair of cream flats if the weather and occasion permit. Purses and bags are the same. I do have a winter white purse I absolutely love and carry it throughout the year, depending on my mood.

For many decades this wasn’t the case. There seemed to be a hard-fast Memorial Day and Labor Day rule fashionistas lived by. No white after Labor Day and no white before Memorial Day. In the south and southwest however, it can still be extremely hot in September and even October. I remember many a Halloween when our poor little daughter sweated in her costume.

Thankfully, a new thought arose. Excuse the pun…

Today anyone who wants a “no white” rule favors Easter being the start date for wearing white without worrying about breaking any said rules. Amen to that! When you think about it, it makes sense. Easter for many is the unofficial dawning of spring, new life, and white is even its official color as it represents purity and grace. If it’s okay to don pastel dresses and Easter bonnets then, why not white ones too?

So how did all this start? Although a thing of the past, the once unbendable rule has a very distinguished past.

It all started primarily in the 19^th and early 20^th centuries among the wealthy in New York City as a way to signify social class and seasonal change. Come Memorial Day, society would flock en masse from the city to the country and seaside and their heavier city clothes were left behind. Wardrobes were kept separate and come fall, summer resort clothes were put away and stored until next year, making way for the more formal city clothes.

But as Bob Dylan so beautifully sang, the times they are a changing. In fact, they’ve changed. That rule now seems not only impractical but outdated. Yeah, compliance and loyalty to it may exist somewhere, but in general the weight of the fabric and the style of the garment are more important than the color.

Thankfully Wimbledon is played in July as the historic and celebrated tennis tournament still requires players to wear almost entirely white clothing as part of its strict dress code. This all-white rule was mandated in 1870 as a way to minimize the visibility of sweat stains, which were considered improper at the time.

Much like the Masters golf tournament, I actually commend Wimbledon for remaining steadfast on keeping long-standing traditions, which reflect its status as the oldest and what many consider the most prestigious Grand Slam event. I’ve been blessed to attend Wimbledon and can say it is indeed pretty special. And yes, I wore white.

It’s reported that Coco Chanel began wearing white all year in the 1920s and even Wimbledon has given in, if just a wee bit. The All-England Lawn Tennis Club enforces specific guidelines regarding players’ attire including an “almost entirely white” main color but off white or cream are not allowed. Somewhat new is that a single trim of color is allowed, but no wider than 1 cm. In addition, logos can’t form a solid mass of color.

Surprisingly, this rule wasn’t always strictly enforced, with players wearing other colors until 1962. Over the years, the dress code has become stricter compared to other Grand Slams, where almost anything goes. I tip my white hat to Wimbledon for remaining unique in its commitment to this traditional dress code, emphasizing elegance and decorum in the sport.

I guess that’s what it all comes down to even when debating the no white in the winter fashion rule. Keep it clean, tasteful, cool, classic, and polished. Those will forever and always be the “white” choices.

Today, Holy Thursday, Jesus flips the master-slave dynamic on its head. Knowing His time was coming, He didn’t do His favorite things but instead bent down to do the work that was so lowly that only the lowest of the low were expected to do it: He washed feet. Amazing, right? The King of Kings bent down and gave what we would today call a pedi even though He knew that the next day He would be crucified. That vision of Master serving others brings to mind a wonderful tale of the folded napkin.

Raise your hand if your familiar with the ancient Jewish mealtime tradition often referred to as the “folded napkin?” I love both history and etiquette so whether fictional or true, it fascinates me. It goes way deeper than history and etiquette though.

Stay with me.

In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin, you have to understand the mealtime Hebrew tradition many believe goes waaaaay back.

Let’s set the scene by setting a perfect table, which a servant would make sure was exactly how the master wanted it. During meals, the master would be served and while he ate, the servant would wait, just out of sight, until the master had finished eating.

When the master was done eating, he would rise from the table; wipe his fingers and face, and then wad up the napkin and toss it onto the table. The servant would then know to clear the table for in those days, a wadded napkin meant, “I’m done.”

But if the master got up from the table, folded his napkin, and laid it beside his plate, the servant would not touch or clear the table because a folded napkin meant, “I’m coming back!’”

Fast forward to the Resurrection.

The Gospel of John (20:7) tells us that a napkin in Jewish burial tradition was placed over the face of Jesus, but upon entering the tomb after His crucifixion, not only was the tomb empty, the napkin wasn’t thrown aside like His other clothing but rather neatly folded and by itself.

Early that Resurrection Sunday morning, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance. She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved. She said, “They have taken the Lord’s body out of the tomb and I don’t know where they have put him!” Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see, looked in, and saw that the cloth that had covered Jesus’ head was folded up and lying to the side.

It’s such a small detail, but when you stop to think about it, you realize nothing in Scripture is accidental. If someone had stolen Jesus’ body, they probably wouldn’t have taken the time to tidy up and neatly fold his head cover. This tells us that Jesus Himself folded it, which not only emphasizes the orderliness of the Resurrection but that He rose intentionally.

Was that important? Absolutely!

Is it powerful and significant? Yes!

The folded napkin wasn’t just a random detail; it was a message.

So, what is the meaning for us here?

He’s coming back!

Like the servant, stay alert and ready. Like His followers, be ready to tackle the evil out in the world all while ready and willing to grow in our faith. The folded napkin also reminds us that our time on earth is temporary. Let’s all vow to make it count. And if nothing else, practice proper etiquette and manners, treat others with respect, and know He is coming back!

This is a test. Please ignore.

Easter is right around the corner and Palm Sunday is this Sunday. I’d like to share with you two little seasonal tales I just love and hope you do too.

The first one fits in perfectly with Palm Sunday and is the tale of the donkey’s cross. It’s a tale and tail per se. Legend has it that a farmer near Jerusalem owned a donkey far too small to do the work he was needed for. The sad farmer felt he couldn’t afford to feed an animal with no true benefit to him so at dinner that evening, he told his family he was going to have to get rid of the donkey. His children, who loved the animal, begged him to sell it rather than harm it. The farmer questioned their request.

“It’s wrong to sell an animal that can’t do a day’s work,” he told them. His oldest daughter had an idea. “Father, tie the donkey to a tree on the road to town and offer it to anyone who wants to take it for free. The next morning, that’s what the father did.

Before long, two men approached him and asked if they could have the donkey. The farmer warned them that it could carry almost nothing but the men told him, “Jesus of Nazareth has a need for it.” This baffled the farmer as he couldn’t imagine what a great man like Jesus would want with such a worthless donkey but he agreed and handed the donkey over to them.

The men took the animal to Jesus, who gently stroked the donkey’s face and then mounted it and rode away. A few days later, on what is now called Palm Sunday, Jesus led his followers into Jerusalem riding on the back of his new beloved donkey. It was a match made in heaven! Literally!

The donkey equally loved his kind master and later followed him to Calvary. Grief-stricken by the sight of Jesus on the cross, the donkey turned away but couldn’t leave. It was then that a shadow of the cross fell upon the shoulders and back of the donkey, and there it stayed. To this day, all donkeys bear a sign of the cross on their backs. Cross my heart! Check it out for yourself if you don’t believe. Believe!

Another fun legend is that of pine trees. The beloved lore has it that just before Easter, pine trees start their new growth. This of course depends on the weather and health of the tree, but when all factors are suitable, the tallest branch of the tree shoots forth and forms the shape of a cross. If you’re lucky enough to have pine trees where you are, look up and look in the tree and hopefully you’ll not only see the highest cross, but many smaller ones scattered throughout the tree. I love pine trees and I love this story. Look up!

Easter is right around the corner and Palm Sunday is this Sunday. I’d like to share with you two little seasonal tales I just love and hope you do too.

The first one fits in perfectly with Palm Sunday and is the tale of the donkey’s cross. It’s a tale and tail per se. Legend has it that a farmer near Jerusalem owned a donkey far too small to do the work he was needed for. The sad farmer felt he couldn’t afford to feed an animal with no true benefit to him so at dinner that evening, he told his family he was going to have to get rid of the donkey. His children, who loved the animal, begged him to sell it rather than harm it. The farmer questioned their request.

“It’s wrong to sell an animal that can’t do a day’s work,” he told them. His oldest daughter had an idea. “Father, tie the donkey to a tree on the road to town and offer it to anyone who wants to take it for free. The next morning, that’s what the father did.

Before long, two men approached him and asked if they could have the donkey. The farmer warned them that it could carry almost nothing but the men told him, “Jesus of Nazareth has a need for it.” This baffled the farmer as he couldn’t imagine what a great man like Jesus would want with such a worthless donkey but he agreed and handed the donkey over to them.

The men took the animal to Jesus, who gently stroked the donkey’s face and then mounted it and rode away. A few days later, on what is now called Palm Sunday, Jesus led his followers into Jerusalem riding on the back of his new beloved donkey. It was a match made in heaven! Literally!

The donkey equally loved his kind master and later followed him to Calvary. Grief-stricken by the sight of Jesus on the cross, the donkey turned away but couldn’t leave. It was then that a shadow of the cross fell upon the shoulders and back of the donkey, and there it stayed. To this day, all donkeys bear a sign of the cross on their backs. Cross my heart! Check it out for yourself if you don’t believe. Believe!

Another fun legend is that of pine trees. The beloved lore has it that just before Easter, pine trees start their new growth. This of course depends on the weather and health of the tree, but when all factors are suitable, the tallest branch of the tree shoots forth and forms the shape of a cross. If you’re lucky enough to have pine trees where you are, look up and look in the tree and hopefully you’ll not only see the highest cross, but many smaller ones scattered throughout the tree. I love pine trees and I love this story. Look up!

Easter is right around the corner and Palm Sunday is this Sunday. I’d like to share with you two little seasonal tales I just love and hope you do too.

The first one fits in perfectly with Palm Sunday and is the tale of the donkey’s cross. It’s a tale and tail per se. Legend has it that a farmer near Jerusalem owned a donkey far too small to do the work he was needed for. The sad farmer felt he couldn’t afford to feed an animal with no true benefit to him so at dinner that evening, he told his family he was going to have to get rid of the donkey. His children, who loved the animal, begged him to sell it rather than harm it. The farmer questioned their request.

“It’s wrong to sell an animal that can’t do a day’s work,” he told them. His oldest daughter had an idea. “Father, tie the donkey to a tree on the road to town and offer it to anyone who wants to take it for free. The next morning, that’s what the father did.

Before long, two men approached him and asked if they could have the donkey. The farmer warned them that it could carry almost nothing but the men told him, “Jesus of Nazareth has a need for it.” This baffled the farmer as he couldn’t imagine what a great man like Jesus would want with such a worthless donkey but he agreed and handed the donkey over to them.

The men took the animal to Jesus, who gently stroked the donkey’s face and then mounted it and rode away. A few days later, on what is now called Palm Sunday, Jesus led his followers into Jerusalem riding on the back of his new beloved donkey. It was a match made in heaven! Literally!

The donkey equally loved his kind master and later followed him to Calvary. Grief-stricken by the sight of Jesus on the cross, the donkey turned away but couldn’t leave. It was then that a shadow of the cross fell upon the shoulders and back of the donkey, and there it stayed. To this day, all donkeys bear a sign of the cross on their backs. Cross my heart! Check it out for yourself if you don’t believe. Believe!

Another fun legend is that of pine trees. The beloved lore has it that just before Easter, pine trees start their new growth. This of course depends on the weather and health of the tree, but when all factors are suitable, the tallest branch of the tree shoots forth and forms the shape of a cross. If you’re lucky enough to have pine trees where you are, look up and look in the tree and hopefully you’ll not only see the highest cross, but many smaller ones scattered throughout the tree. I love pine trees and I love this story. Look up!