Fear creeps in unwanted, unexpected choking out reason with the cyclone of what if? Fear overcomes you creating a caged animal clawing, fighting with the dire need to survive. Fear transforms us diving us over a great abyss into camps of us vs. them staring each other down. But one chorus of …
It just happened to be my turn on the hold list at the library to read Small Great Things by Jodi Picoult. It just happened to be my turn to read this incredible book on the week of Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday when the title of the book comes from a Martin Luther King, …
Yesterday, I was overwhelmed with the realization, “I have a baby.” I know this sounds odd, but there are points that you are so nose to the grind of what needs to be done in the daily care of a mini human that you can’t ever remember a time that you didn’t have a baby. …
“What are you doing all the way out here?” I asked her as we both shirked from the cold wind. She started to tell me and then stopped, “Hey, wait I know you. You’re the lady who gave me that bread that you dip into that juice in that tall cup.” “That’s right,” I smiled …
I was surprised to discover on Monday that Ben’s school was actually opened. For some reason, maybe because the girls were out of school and Sam had a rare day off work, I had just assumed his school would be closed as well. So, did I return him to his regular routine even as the …
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“Well, you’re becoming quite the cook,” Sam’s grandmother said to me as she opened her Christmas present of homemade pasta sauce, cowboy caviar, and pickles. “Just try it first before you say that so certainly,” I joked back. It was a surreal conversation to me because for so many years, there has been no question that …
Hope is a strong anchor mired in dreams and visions holding fast against the wind. Hope is a strong anchor settled securely and soundly in truth. Hope is a strong anchor nestled deep within preparing for- the unknown the what’s next the what is to come.
Hope is a flimsy thread when grasped too tightly snaps. Hope is a flimsy thread waving in the wind just out of reach. Hope is a flimsy thread whispering from afar of possibility- a new chance a new start a new year.
I found myself lying on the floor staring at the ceiling next to a basket of unfolded laundry unable to believe that 2016 is almost over. The day had started with a celebration at Transitions with the youth of New Hope Christian Fellowship and our three kids where we sang carols, drank cocoa, and ate …
As we were traveling to see family, Sam and I were listening to a NPR interview with the author of Lab Girl. She was talking about the difficulty she has had as a woman in a male-dominated profession. Tom Ashbrook asked if she would thought that she would ever be able to operate in her profession, …
