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Hope.

As I write, there are two hours left of Easter Day.  Family has come and gone, the house is quiet, and I find myself considering what it means to live “in hope,” which is much different than to live “hoping for.”   It took losing it–hope–for me to understand the distinction. It’s been almost a…

Fifty-Six Years.

(written December 2, 2016) For thirty-four of his birthdays, I have been married to my guy, with today being the most recent one. I always feel kind of sorry for December birthday holders because they tend to get lost in the shuffle.  Todd’s birthday hits every year right on the tails of Thanksgiving which is…

Layered People.

(Written November 16, 2016) We are all layered people.  Layered, complex, beautifully afflicted people. We weren’t born that way though—with layers.  We were born naked and innocent and the closest to God’s heart that we would ever be in our lives.   Immediately the layering began.  We were a daughter or a son.  We had ethnicity. We had a…

Sitting on the Edge of My Rocking Chair.

(Written August 24, 2016) I’m antsy today. There’s change in the air.  Maybe you haven’t noticed, but the world is barely spinning at all as if it’s holding its breath with me.  I’m giddy with excitement. Today I am “this”, but any moment now I will be “something else”–something I’ve never been before.  I am…

Staying Relevant in a Chemex World.

(Written August 11, 2016) It isn’t aging that I mind so much.  I just don’t want to get old. Age happens to the body despite our best efforts. Short of some sort of surgical intervention, things tend to…drop. Perhaps plummet might be a more accurate word. I can live with that, though.  For heaven’s sake, I…

Nice People.

(Written May 27, 2016) People are nice. Most all of them, I’ve found. It’s kind of like the bag of Lil’ Cuties that I buy at the grocery store–you know, those little clementine mandarins that are so tasty, juicy and easy to peel?  The ones that are zero points on Weight Watchers and chock full…

Adam of My Eye.

(Written March 8, 2016) Thirty-one years ago today, I caught a little baby boy.  And just like that, I became a mother. I don’t write about each of my children every year on their birthdays, but I’m inclined to do it this year, on this day for this one. He was my first. I was…

The Night I Met Charlotte.

(Written February 9, 2016) High altitudes always give me headaches. Not the awful kind,  but just the nagging kind that like to linger. A few weeks ago on a ski trip to Colorado, that’s what woke me up at 3:30 in the morning.  That’s what made me crawl out from under those warm blankets, pull…

Soft Landings.

(Written December 11, 2015) We know that December follows November.  Every year without fail it does that.  So how in the Sam hill does it still manage to catch me by surprise?  Every single time. I hear myself say cliche things like, “Can you believe it’s December already?”. Uh, yeah.  It’s not like you don’t…

A Particular Joy.

I was raised in a family of girls, so when I started my own family and one boy came and then another,  I loved it.  It was different.  It was rough and tumble.  It was wild rumpus 24/7.  Okay… well there was a little sleep in there, but mostly wild rumpus.  It was matchbox cars…