I stopped in Butte because I just had to stretch my legs. There’s a really nice Herberger’s in Butte, Montana, and I managed to walk around the store without opening my purse. But then I called Matt when it was time to get back on the road. So, how do I get back on the…
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…
In high school I worked really hard to do pretty well. My report card (back in the days when it was actually a card someone wrote on with a pen) had a few A’s, always some B’s, and an occasional C in math or science or both. But I hung out with the smart kids….
She never even stopped her movements when the turbulence rocked the little plane. She just kept taking inventory of the soda and little liquors. My hands were gripping the seat handles as we descended toward Denver International Airport, but her legs appeared to be well practiced at moving with the plane. I feel the same…
I did not expect to feel nauseous on test day. Come Thursday I had the students pull out pencils. (Lapices, por favor!) They stood up their manila folders as privacy shields (an ingenious anti-cheating idea I stole from another teacher), and I handed out the Spanish test. The room became completely silent, except for the…
In 24 hours there was… One side of the bed still warm after my man left it –a place for me to slide my cold feet. One leg hug from a 3-year-old nephew, followed by a long and one-sided conversation, most of which I could not understand. One lanky teenage boy playing electric guitar on…
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…
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…
Maybe the best thing we can do on a Sunday is to look at pretty pictures and remember God made every good thing.
When my mother-in-law sold her wooded 72 acres in Kila, Montana, one of our tasks was to clean out the garage and pack everything. But the garage had become home to a few pack rats. Bile just rose in my throat. Have you ever experienced pack rats? The huge nests they build out of everything…
This is a formal apology to my father: We sat at Mr. D’s Grocery Store in Lander, Wyoming, waiting for the barista to finish a big espresso order before we could place ours. Dad sat in between me and my 19-year-old daughter. I had offered to make Daylight Donuts Coffee at home, but he insisted…
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