My friend is going to egg-grading class this week. We listened to her hens clucking all through the dinner we enjoyed on their back patio the other night, and then as we walked through the house later, my friend stopped and held up two eggs. We pondered how to grade those eggs, and that was…
It was a lovely Saturday morning, and my husband agreed emphatically that my mom and I should visit the farmer’s market where our friend’s BBQ trailer was set up. When Texans have had pork in the smoker all night, you get out your wallet. So after I executed a magnificent parallel parking job in the…
My mom came out of the guest room wearing this cute little hoody, and I found myself scoffing at the logo. I am considering creating my own clothing brand called “Life Is Hard.” Instead of delightful stick figures riding bicycles we can put a picture of my friend’s car that someone totalled last night –two…
Every so often I get enough of a leisurely day to pull out the Fleischmann’s. I’m undisciplined in the kitchen (although I’m hoping to grow out of that), but I do love to make a good yeast bread. Cinnamon rolls, homemade tortillas, or cinnamon rolls. Bread is like a garden except 69 hours less work….
Saturday night a team of children hijacked the role of welcoming and changed everything. A few boys greeted me right off with a cheerful hello and a bulletin. Then I passed through two cartwheeling, cheering, clapping girls -one gorgeous African and one beautiful blonde. Welcome to church. Every single person got this hello, and I vote…
If I am going to be sick, I want to be very sick. Sick enough that no one expects me to go to work or fold underwear or bake chicken or pour my own apple juice. The worst sickness is the one that forces you through a box of Kleenex but doesn’t cause anyone to…
Should I tell you that I use a calculator when I grade student papers? 30 total points minus 2.5. Ummmm. Do it in your head, dad would say. This was usually at the kitchen table, with a box of Kleenex and a math book sitting in front of him. Bless him. No dad tried harder…
It’s twelve hours –around the lake and Flathead cherry orchards. Through Missoula where we lived in poverty for five months during early marriage –hate that town. An overnight in Bozeman and nabbing my girl from Montana State for a hotel slumber party. Turn at the oil refinery in Laurel. Grumble at the Welcome to Wonderful…
I snagged a glorious 20 minutes on the phone with a dear friend yesterday, while she chewed on a Costco dog and I inhaled a Subway flatbread pizza. The cuisine of busy working moms. We talked about our broken mommas –hers with more busted ribs than a person can count on one hand, thanks to…
Remember the plane falling from the sky and everybody screaming? It’s about to crash into the middle of a crowded baseball stadium, until Superman gets underneath, catches it by the nose, and sets it down gently. Then he opens the door and steps inside, checking to make sure the passengers are safe. Are you okay?…
It is the lead apron the dental hygienist puts on me before she takes x-rays of my teeth. Heavy, this grief I wear now. I feel the weight of it every morning when I wake up and try to get out of bed –sadness at the loss of my dad and over all the veins…
I say it to my coffee in the morning, Do something. A small idolatry –hoping to get all strength for living out of 12 ounces of caffeine. God says to his people, “Bring in your idols.” And he demands of these idols, these 12 ounces of god, “Do something.” (Isaiah 41:22, 23 NIV) Except idols don’t…
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