In Celebration of All That is Good
Tonight was so perfect I nearly wept with joy at the giving heart of our good God. This Fourth of July encompassed the trifecta of delight that captured my heart: amazing food, summer weather begging...
View ArticleLiving with Paradox
Monday began as an exciting day around these parts: *High heels helped me weave a trail of bold job hunting in our neighboring city. *My husband came home with exciting news from his employer, and then...
View ArticleWorking 9-to-5?
This summer has been a delicious whirlwind of activity that has blown us around and plopped us down like Dorothy’s house in the middle of Oz: intact but a bit disoriented. While I’ll fold up and tuck...
View ArticleLove Comes Like a Flood
Today it rained over me like a flood: I don’t know what I’d do without my mom. More than anyone else she has embodied love and revealed it to me in the way she willingly folds into my life, picking up...
View ArticleTravel is My Love Language
You’ve never seen me having so much fun as when I’m out of the country, speaking another language, or weaving through streets I’ve never seen before. And if it’s a warm summer night with the stars...
View ArticleHappy Thanksgiving…From a 9 Year Old
This fall at Parent-Teacher Conferences, my son’s teacher had a computer set up in the hallway with Keynote presentations made by the class. Each presentation was labeled so we could easily find our...
View ArticleMore Than Our Remains
A week ago I wouldn’t have dreamed that a life could be so quickly reduced to two cardboard boxes sitting on a kitchen floor. But after grandma’s funeral, I found myself pulled up to the remnants of...
View ArticleWhat To Do When Your Spouse Works…A Lot
It’s not that he’s a work-a-holic, truly. It’s that his job as a high school principal is so demanding. HIGH SCHOOL. Remember it? Land of student congress activities, dances, athletic events, clubs,...
View ArticleRemembering the Sweetness
A few nights ago I lay in bed staring at the dark and trying to ignore the hunger twisting my belly. Rewinding the tapes, I played them over mentally, taking inventory of everything I’d eaten and...
View ArticleA Golden Calf in a Land of White-Picket Fences
It’s hard to imagine that a decade ago, their faces were unknown to me. The names that today sit sweetly on my tongue, framing the landscape of so many stories, had never been spoken; their phone...
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