Punishment or Protection?…When Life Seems ‘Out of Order’…
They looked at me like I’d killed their grandma. Or at least stolen their candy.
In truth, I’d tried to save them from the machine that ate it.
I was on an overnight field trip with several hundred middle schoolers.
And where there are middle schoolers, Continue reading
I write to Josh Groban.
No, not like sending him letters in the mail.
Like playing his songs while I type.
His music demands something. Creativity. Thought. A story. But not its own—Honestly, I can’t understand any of the Italian—instead, it lets me make up mine. His English words? They swirl around and around, blocking out the world. Blissful white noise that invites inspiration.
It’s funny, though. I can’t read to him. Continue reading
I’ll never forget the look on her face.
I was five, and we were on a school field trip, an Easter party at a park.
So far it had been a fantastic morning. Continue reading
For my kids, Easter baskets always came a week early.
On Palm Sunday.
My mother-in-law sewed adorable outfits, matched them with sweet fancy hats, and brought baskets full of goodies. A Palm Sunday tradition I believe started by my husband’s grandma.
Because Continue reading
Stuck on The Draft
Ugghh! The draft.
Not the football one. Or the one that sends young men to war.
But the written one that sits for days, weeks, months, years, waiting to be finished. That lingers in your Word docs or your file cabinet or your WordPress admin labeled “draft,” waiting for you to hit the post button.
But somehow, something’s missing and you can’t figure out what. So it loiters, haunting you.
Will you ever get me done? Continue reading
Goin’ Fishing–Lessons in Parenting
Photo credit (w/o text): from Visual Hunt
Cisco Cotto said it one morning on Moody Radio Chicago:
“What if we showed as much patience at home as we do fishing?”
I’ll admit, I’ve not fished a lot.
Okay, maybe twice. Continue reading
Reverend William “Billy” Graham–Just As I Am
I met him once. Rev. Billy Graham.
It was a Monday night. A friend and I were on our way to Art Survey 101, and we had just reached the third floor. He rounded the corner from the hall, courteously dipped his head, and asked, “Would you know where the so-and-so office is?”
Okay, you know he didn’t really say, so-and-so. It’s been 25 years, and the tiny details are long gone. Suffice it to say, it was an ordinary question. And we gave an ordinary answer. “On the 2nd floor, just to your right.”
He thanked us kindly, and down he went.
But my friend and I? We were left staring.
“Was that who I think it was?” Continue reading
I wanted to be her Valentine
I wanted to be her Valentine.
A wonderful group of college peers had pulled together enough cash to let me fly home to see her. Back then, tickets were cheaper if you bought them 17 days in advance, so I counted my days and bought my ticket.
For Valentine’s Day.
Bags packed, I had a plan. My newlywed husband would drive me to school, we’d attend chapel, then he’d put me on a plane, and I’d surprise her as her Valentine. Or maybe she would be mine.
Ahhh…best laid plans and all of that… Continue reading
Okay, if you’ve been following my saga, you know today isn’t really “Day 1.” That was actually 18 months ago. Before my sprained ankle, before his hurt knees, before my broken nose….
…And one day after “The Promise.”
That was the day I learned it was all mental. And I was nowhere ready for an ACT in the sport. Continue reading
I don’t know that I’d ever heard the song before that particular morning. Leastwise, I hadn’t REALLY heard it, where it penetrated not only my thoughts but my soul and spirit. Continue reading