Alex, 9
Cool you are, and warm. Your nine-year-old body still knows how to romp, Careen in delight, Rejoice in flight of ... keep reading
View ArticleThe Facts of Life
You come to me drowning in doubt. Fourth grade can be cruel when discerning truth. We sit in near-dark, my ... keep reading
View ArticleMay 2014 Editorial and Table of Contents
May brings us into the reality of springtime in the northwestern United States. In my own little corner, we are ... keep reading
View ArticleThe Price We Pay for an A
To call myself an overachiever would be an understatement. I’ve been this way as long as I can remember. I ... keep reading
View ArticleJacob brings me weeds—
Jacob brings me weeds— flowers, he says— sheltered in cupped hands like snowflakes on death’s edge: white bindweed trumpets, bright ... keep reading
View ArticlePrivate Kvelling
To begin with, a definition of this excellent Yiddish word: Kvell: verb: kvell; 3rd person present: kvells; past tense: kvelled; past participle: kvelled; gerund or present participle: kvelling feel...
View ArticlePatterns and “Up-cycling”
I noticed my eldest daughter struggling to choose something to wear to church on Sunday. Her most recent growth spurt, both in fashion sense and body, had outgrown what few “churchy” things remained in...
View ArticleTimshel and the Art of Creative Captivity
If I could collect all of the hours I’ve spent waiting at appointments and lessons over the years, I would be rich with time. Here are a few of the regular visits and necessary errands I attend with my...
View ArticleNot a Blog Post
I haven’t written a blog post today. I was late to work because there was a serious and prolonged existential crisis about which shoes a certain child should wear to school today. (I’m glad she took...
View ArticleHow can I help you? Using Home Centered Church to Boost Emotional Health
I’d already drafted this post before I noticed the top story pushed to the newsfeed on my phone this morning: One Teenager Killed Himself. Six More Followed. It’s a haunting story from the Wall Street...
View ArticleThose Little Hearts
I don’t very often write publicly anymore. When my children were small, I felt I somehow ‘owned’ their lives and stories and they they felt like my stories to tell. I created and mildly curated a...
View ArticleSoccer Dad, Piano Mom
(Photo by Lukas from Pexels) Every Saturday this May we watched our boys play soccer. We sat our sagging bottoms in the sagging seats of our lawn chairs and prepared to be charmed by the little boys...
View ArticleTaking the Name of God in Vain?
I was brought up to never, ever “take the Lord’s name in vain.” As a kid growing up among peers with colorful language, my milquetoast exclamations made me feel like a Puritan. Oh my gosh. Dang it....
View ArticleBuilding My Empty Nest Support Team
At the start of the summer, I knew that all of my children would launch eight days apart. True, I only have two children, but when they both leave home just days apart, that made for a busy summer....
View ArticleThe Quitter
I let my daughter do that thing that I swore I WOULDN’T do. Hot tip to younger parents- promise nothing- you’re going to spend a lot of time eating so many of vows. I let her quit piano. After years of...
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