On Monday I dragged myself to school with a purse pocket full of Ricola Cough Drops. (Matt calls them “kräuter-zuckers”, with a supposedly Swedish accent.) I had nursed a sore throat all day Sunday and wondered how I would have the energy to teach on Monday afternoon. Then I got to school and had forgotten…
I may lose all credibility when I tell you this, but my son has talked me into watching a few Dr. Who episodes. It’s mostly ridiculous science fiction, which is why I scoffed for a long time, but The Doctor is quirky and appealing. Then I found out he he had secret pain, having lost…
I turned 45 yesterday. I tried on two shirts. The first went on and then came off quickly when it revealed that roll of flesh hanging over my waistline. The second shirt went on and remained in place when it promised the roll of flesh was our little secret. This is what it means to…
She’s a petite little thing, my beautiful girl, and more than anything she hopes never to be noticed by a professor. It’s funny that I’m this loud broadcaster and she’s the quiet, behind-the-scenes type. (I think God made her quiet because he knew I would need someone to absorb all these feelings and words of…
I don’t know what you did while you ate elevensies yesterday, but I reached over and grabbed the nearest book. (In my home, every room must have a clock, a box of Kleenex, and a half-read book.) In the kitchen, I am currently reading The Tipping Point: How Little Things Can Make a Big Difference,…
We sat through all those classes, and then I slept through her birth. That little bit of Demerol knocked me out, and all that practice breathing was a waste. I was quite awake for the boy’s birth, though. Then I understood why, with such hard-hitting pain, people had to give me instructions on how to…
My husband and I tell the story differently. He claims he had just ridden his bicycle home from a friend’s house. The garage door was closed, so he propped the bike against the wall of the house. The bike slipped, so he bent over to pick it up. I claim I was talking on the…
We couldn’t afford a brand new one, so we shopped all the used furniture stores and pawn shops, until we finally found a beautiful Lane, cedar-lined hope chest. That was two Christmases ago when she first opened the lid and the chest was empty. Now she’s sporting the young man’s diamond on her left finger,…
Maybe the best thing we can do on a Sunday is to look at pretty pictures and remember God made every good thing.
I have a guest writer today. Erin is a good friend of mine and is soon to be a cousin-in-law to my daughter. God has been completely transforming Erin over the last few years, and it has been thrilling to watch. She recently told me a story that touched me so much I asked her…
Would you have imagined that a loaf of homemade bread could send me into a crumpled pile of tears on the couch? My brother would say, Yes, please tell me what does not send you to tears, dear sister. But ignore my brother. We got a call last week that a very close family friend…
Here I will reveal to you a bit of my childhood fantasy, as there were two stories I was a part of when I was growing up. The first was Charlie’s Angels. My two friends pretended they were Jill and Kelly. I was Sabrina, with her gravely voice and stunning good looks. I was also…
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