We spent hours learning about quality assessment, and I thought it was so FUN, which I’m pretty sure is weird. I love being with teachers. When we took breaks and had lunch, do you know what we talked about? Assessment. Meanwhile, during the teacher in-service retreat, we had opportunities to go back to our rooms and…
I’m picturing him bending over to come out of the crawlspace, suitcase in tow. And his wife is all, What in the world are you doing? We’re moving, Abram says. They move –the whole kit and caboodle. Just because God says. And it’s a little nuts. So there I was… A few Januaries ago when…
I spent all day in this beautiful lodge, listening to a professor from Wheaton College speak at our teacher in-service training, but I was taken off guard when he said something that answered a question I had been asking the Lord for a few weeks. My question: Why in the world does God often give…
I could not blame him for saying out loud that he had some trepidation about Sundays (not something you’d expect to hear from a preacher.) But you don’t know what it was like at our house every Sunday last year –me in my first year of teaching and Mondays coming. Monday eve (I am so…
So I’m making dinner and I say, Four more minutes, guys. But you said nine minutes five minutes ago, my husband said. Silence from the kitchen. Um, oh, sorry, I said. Laughter from the living room. Give me a spelling bee any day over any kind of math problem. Which makes it ironic that I…
Six or seven times, she told me. That’s how often she would got up every night to help her mother who has dementia. She said it with a smile, as if it were a privilege and not a burden. Then there was this septic guy yesterday. Well, he wasn’t septic, but he pumps that stuff….
I was just on Facebook and a friend had posted that people should have to pass drug tests in order to receive welfare. Then I sat down on the floor to fold underwear and was thinking about people doing drugs. (Us girls, we do tend to think on a round-about.) My thoughts went back a…
You know, TBT (Throw-Back Thursday) is all the thing on social media. But every time I sit down to write for a Monday I often do a shoulder-raising inhale followed by a slump, so how about Big Sigh Monday as a new trend? I sit at my computer this Sunday evening. We just finished burgers…
He loved engines and anything with a motor. Survived Vietnam. Worked the oil fields. He was a man who always had grease under his fingernails, a shop full of tools, and a freezer full of meat he hunted and processed. Dad was a resourceful man who was not afraid to tackle any repair job. But…
Even though I became a writer who maneuvers words more easily than numbers, I’m glad dad made me take high school physics. Yesterday I mowed the lawn and hefted a heavy bag of grass into our already-stuffed dumpster. With today’s trash pickup in mind, I grabbed the handle of the dumpster and pushed against the…
It’s Monday morning, and the list’s awaitin’. The kitchen needs cleaned, because I had no energy for tackling it after picking huckleberries for two hours yesterday. Instead I took two Ibuprofen for my back pain and went to bed. There are all these chores and errands that need done this week, but I’m pausing at…
You know that game people play where they make a circle with thumb touched to index finger and try to get you look at it? If you look, then they say, Made you look! and slug you. You might be able to imagine that I always looks. Every time. And I have come to the…
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