My apologies to the older couple who chose to sit in the long bench seating at Chick-fil-A. It was our twin nephews’ seventh birthday, and our family and some friends were taking the place by storm. They were good sports, though, and held their ground, while we filled the rest of the seats next to…
He did the best he could with the words he had, but he never could have imagined life in an airplane. How the flight attendant would announce that laptops would have to be shut down before coming down to 10,000 feet. How I would look out my window and see clouds underneath me. And the…
If you’ve read Blameless, you’ll know I’m a recovering tardy person. So yesterday I got in the shower on time and made sure I was in the car and on the way to school by 10:45. This gave me enough time to get into the lobby and be ready for my two third-year students whom…
I was four-people deep in line at the post office, which placed me next to greeting card racks on either side of me. My eyes went to the cards on the right, but after looking at a few, immediately I turned away. (Is there any greater sign of human depravity than in some greeting card…
“I was thinking,” he said, after I turned out the light. “Maybe on Sunday we could hop in the car and go use that gift certificate to have lunch. A Valentine’s date.” “Are you sure?” I said. “You’ve been so tired. I think maybe you need a more restful day at home. And I don’t…
For the next two weeks, I’m taking a rest from writing and am enjoying the holidays with my family. (Isn’t it good to rest from our normal routines?) But I have pulled up a few blog posts from the archives and have enjoyed tweaking them a little. I thought this was a good one to…
I stirred in bed, because my throat hurt. His hand reached out and rested on my shoulder. If I am restless in the night, always the weight of his hand finds me. “Rest, baby,” he says to me with a gentle touch. Strong hands. When our daughter was little, every night her daddy went into…
You know that lady at Costco who has the clicker in her hand as you come in? Counting people. Wednesday was like that for me. One click for a voicemail to our daughter. One click for a question to the school secretary. Two clicks for greeting the lunch ladies. One click for a message to…
As I’m writing this, I don’t feel good. Maybe a sore throat? I don’t know. Catching a cold or just tired? Can’t tell yet. Don’t teachers usually catch a cold in September? All those sniffly kids. In medical terminology, they call it malaise –a general feeling of discomfort, sickness, or uneasiness that you can’t quite…
We all sat down with our food at McDonald’s, appropriately in the Playland, where there was enough seating for all of us and where our cumulative maturity level demanded we sit. It was our final time together, after a weekend family reunion that pulled in aunts, uncles, and cousins from as far east as St….
I was eight years old at my baptism, when I came up gasping from the barely-thawed waters of the Popo Agie River (pronounced “popójia”) in Wyoming. But I was 20 years old when I first experienced the love of God as something real in my heart. Matt and I were in college, and we signed…
I was stretched out next to him on the couch one evening, and something made me think of old English literature. Quote the Canterbury Tales Prologue for me, I said. Naaaaah, he said. Pleeeeease. Quote it for me. Batting eyelashes. And so he began to quote –stage voice locked on and right hand raised quite…
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