Quaint, I thought, as I checked into the Locomotive Inn. It was a stop-off on the 12-hour drive to visit my mom over spring break. Then I woke up at 2:30 in the morning to realize Oh, a locomotive! I made a mental note to think more literally next time I was motel shopping. The…
We had this perfect plan, where I was going to shine in the marathon weeks of methodically packing and moving, and he was going to be stellar in the end sprint. Because that’s how we roll. Except we didn’t factor in him coming down hard with influenza just about the time I was getting ready…
We’ve been in the process of moving to my mother-in-law’s, ya know. That means chaos –a mess at our house and a growing pile of mess at her house. For this girl with strong obsessive-compulsive tendencies, it has often made me feel just a little crazy. But today I type out these words to you…
Let’s start with the Chinese food that I heated up in the microwave for lunch on Saturday. When I pulled out the plate, a piece of rice exploded and landed inside my nostril, burning me until I could retrieve it. There were no witnesses, but who could possibly make up such a thing? Then there…
Last week I sent you a blog post one morning about suffering. That evening I got a shocking call that my aunt had gone into the hospital with stomach pain and would be coming out with a grim diagnosis of stage IV cancer. The next morning I had a short text from my close friend…
When I stretch out my arms and turn a full circle, almost everyone brushed by my fingertips is in the middle of staggering hardship right now. I hardly know a single family untouched by life-altering medical diagnoses, and then there are those with immense financial strain, marriages for which we’re holding our breath, and kids…
“Does your mother know you did that?” I said, with eyes wide and jaw dropped. There he was in the video, with an ice hook in each hand and ice picks for shoes, slowly climbing a frozen Montana waterfall. He just laughed at my question and said, “It was so fun!” No, fun is…
She was a captivating, animated story teller, let me tell you, made better only by the accent she still carried from growing up in South Africa. We ate lunch together in Canada, where I was the guest speaker at a pastors’ wives retreat. She began one story with her move from Africa to Canada…
“Whose dumb idea was it for you to go to college in Texas?” I threw at him. He just looked at me and raised his eyebrows. We were packing his suitcase, and I was having very sad mom feelings. Okay, so it was our idea for him to attend our alma mater in central Texas….
I’ve had a bad run over the last few weeks. When I say “run,” I mean a streak of impulsive behaviors followed by guilt followed by misery followed by the humiliating need to apologize. No boulders of sin, mind you, but a pebble of rebelliousness here, a little disrespect there, a regular thoughtlessness everywhere. Feels…
It’s Christmas, and that man of mine has only one person on his list: yours truly. He was expressing (with a flirty look) the urgency he feels, to carve out a shopping day so he can buy stuff for a certain someone. Don’t tell him, but I have a secret list going. It’s a…
Only the mother may pass. Behind the door of Jayme’s room (still hers in our hearts, even though she has a man and a mortgage now) lie growing mounds of Christmas treasures. Nondescript paper grocery sacks carry only a name on the outside but hand-picked stocking stuffers on the inside. On the floor in the…
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