I don’t have rage so much as anxiety. This year has been stressful for myself and my family. It has taxed the limits of my time and made…
When I was five I accidentally stapled my finger. If my mom had been at home at the time, she would have pulled the staple out, slapped on…
“Rupture and repair.” Bloody, messy, takes-you-by-surprise trauma. A burst blood vessel, a tire blowout on a super highway or a fractured relationship – they all need to be…
It’s around 2 o’clock on a Sunday afternoon and I’m standing in the kitchen trying to decide if I want a PopTart. Actually, I’m not trying to decide.…
“I don’t think I’m cut out for the bomb squad.” This is what I told my husband the other day in the car, as we were ferrying our…
I admit it. Sometimes I’m a creep. Not on purpose or anything. But sometimes I find myself in these situations where I’m uber-creepy. And pointing it out or…
I opened my email the other morning and saw the annual welcome letter from the elementary school principal. It included all the traditional notes about being excited to…
Summer has left me with more than just a sunburn. The bi-annual family beach reunion was a bust this year, although not because of family, because of Jesus.…
I played with dinosaurs. I’ve been to shows where an owl swoops in to land on an outstretched arm and thought it was the coolest job. Taming a…
I have had wonderful pets. Each one with it’s own quirks and personality. I’ve taken them everywhere, nurtured them through illness and woken through the middle of the night…