Little Wooden Objects and The Source Of Love
My Mother tells a story of when she and my Dad were first married. Â While looking for a job, he was browsing through the want ads and...
My Mother tells a story of when she and my Dad were first married. Â While looking for a job, he was browsing through the want ads and...
My sister is having a baby in a couple weeks.  She’s my little sister.  I remember her sitting in the dirt making bottle cap mud pies....
But try putting six girls and one boy into a house together and ignoring gender. Â All of a sudden doors are closed so princess dresses...
We bought our 1996 Jeep Cherokee from my parents soon after college graduation. Â It was more a favor on my parents part than because they...
Last weekend my cousin and I threw a baby shower for my sister. Â This is not new to us. Â We throw parties together on what now seems like...
There is longing in each of us. Â It takes many forms. Â Gets us moving forward or standing still, frozen by its hopelessness. Â Longing can...
Our last Christmas card is a series of photos of our family in various states of disarray. Â In front of the camera, as hard as I tried to...
I wander around from room to room, carrying one under my arm, as if I will have time to read it while I vacuum, while I pick up clothes,...
That’s true empathy, to suffer alongside someone and still want to comfort them. I need a lesson in this. I need to remember this sweet...
Even so, I was determined not to hear that sound in my house. I dreaded it above most every other bad habit that kids pick up along the...
The funny thing is, I never once minded since that first night in our hotel room, sharing a bed with this man who is always part of the...