That moment. When you feel so very, very horrible. And all because you have left your middlest child at the rink, waiting for the better part of an hour because you had no way to get in touch with her. And all because you were driving from Point A to Point B to Point C …
I am home today. Which is to say, I am not at work. Which is to say, I feel like a slacker. So. When one is home, as I myself have now discovered. There are a few things that sometimes occur. Sometimes large brown security trucks arrive unannounced in your driveway, with the unspoken expectation …
Sometimes. A body just needs to know. To feel. A mother’s love. To know that she is there. That she’s within arm’s length, when storylines get dark, ominous, sinister. That she is only a whisper away. When the plot thickens to a portentous climax. When the theatrics prove a bit too much to take. One …
Is it possible to live life without regrets? To ‘do it up right’? To both live and finish life with a feeling of satisfaction, with a sense of accomplishment and pride that one has given one’s best? And lived one’s life to the fullest of potential? And if so, how is this done? If not …
I have been struck lately- like a blow to the head, really. With how essential it is not to judge other people in the decisions they make for their lives. Let me clarify from the start that I am not condoning hurtful behaviors that have far reaching consequences. Nor am I giving sweeping approval to …
It is minus 13 without the wind-chill factored in. My bronchial tubes tell me it is too cold to be doing this: setting off down the winding lane for an evening skate on the river. The frigid air bites nastily at my nose, seeps cold air deep down into my lungs. We trudge through foot-high …
https://www.tumblr.com/guardiancomment/42024491123/chelsea-welch-the-us-waitress-who-was-fired-after Seems every time you turn around, there is something embarrassing posted on the Internet about a purported Christian, that is, a Christ-follower- or at the very least, that is someone seemingly with moral upstanding in the world of human interactions. And that is what Christ-followers preferably should be. Morally upright. Principled. Full of honor …
Why are we human beings so bent on finding differences in one another? It is such a uniquely human concept. And what purpose does it serve in the grander scheme of life? To point out our differences? I had a disarming conversation with a child recently. And in the course of this conversation, an innocent, …
I am steering the van towards after-school destination numero deux in project “My Life as a Chauffer.” A tired Kindergartener rides solo in the backseat, a motley assortment of Foodland bags/backpacks/other odds and ends ride shotgun in the passenger side. And all the while, Veggie Tales blares in the background. One male character says to …
Softly. Flakes fall, seeking for cushion on which to land. Wanting. For lodging. Connection, attachment. In need of that which is found, only in community. Longing to be more than merely that singular one. Searching, in their spiralling descent, for the many. And when that final security of joining the multitude is realized, when that …
Lights dimmed, a lone candle lit. All is warm and cozy, safe and sound. The Little One and I snuggle under plush covers, heads touching on the pillow. Her fine baby hair spreads fan-like, soft tendrils all around. So light. So easy to be a child. And yet. I just feel heavy beside her. But …
Solitude. Not loneliness of which I speak. Not isolation, nor seclusion. Neither separation, segregation, emptiness. Rather. The peaceful equilibrium without. That quiet moment spent. In prayer. In supplication, meditation, reflection. In contemplative thought. Tranquil moments that restore the soul within. Returning the body to its truest nature, a relaxed state of being. Reinstating the mind …