Finding the path

By |2018-03-02T16:32:13-06:00August 22nd, 2015|

We run downhill on a single track through a lush Midwestern woods, sunlight and green rushing past. Our feet staccato over roots and stones, undergrowth brushing our legs as we fly. I let out a [...]

Words every kid needs to hear

By |2018-03-02T16:40:32-06:00March 7th, 2014|

My son, my youngest child, turned 18 yesterday. By some definitions, an adult. A letter from the Selective Service showed up in today’s mail. (Gulp). I will always be his mother, and he will continue [...]

The empty nest

By |2012-10-04T22:26:42-05:00October 4th, 2012|

This couch feels vast tonight. Alone, I cannot fill it. I sit, laptop on well, my lap. How many times did I sit on this generous couch, a tweed the color of coffee with cream, [...]

Cairns, continued…

By |2018-03-02T16:46:07-06:00September 10th, 2012|

Day 2 (Last week, I wrote about cairns, the small piles of rock used to mark hiking trails. The cairns provided a metaphor for spiritual truth, and also gave me a clear picture of some [...]

Deeply Loved, part 2

By |2018-03-02T18:57:18-06:00July 21st, 2012|

How honest can you be on the page? When you read a non-fiction book (but not a memoir) how much do you really want to know about the author’s life? A few months ago, I [...]

Church means family

By |2011-07-30T17:40:22-05:00July 30th, 2011|

Today I am welcoming my son Aaron, 15, as a guest blogger. He agreed to share an essay he wrote after returning from our high school ministry’s summer camp. My family and I are part [...]

Self-discovery through service

By |2011-06-11T13:01:26-05:00June 11th, 2011|

When my son Aaron had to write an essay in school this year about a difficult experience in his life, he chose to write about having to go to a Christian summer camp for a [...]

Thankful

By |2018-03-02T19:01:11-06:00December 1st, 2010|

We were at home for Thanksgiving this year, and invited some friends to share a meal with us. This holiday provided a lot of bonding time with my kids, especially with my son, [...]

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