I want to be a good friend; a person who's life reflects the love and mystery of a God who is largely Unseen. You can see shimmers of Him in kindnesses, snow, grieving, laughing babies, and among … Read more about And Jesus would play kickball with them…
I don’t want to live forever
When I was a kid in the cold war 80s, I was afraid to die. I was also afraid to live. Afraid to let loose the tightly held bounds...reigns of a small and tiny life, because it fell … Read more about I don’t want to live forever
Fruit of someone else’s labor
My friend, Laura Meyers, posted this blog from India, http://coveringofgrace.wordpress.com/2012/07/24/the-fruit-of-someone-elses-labor/ (click or read it below). She, and a team of four other … Read more about Fruit of someone else’s labor
What a flat can fix
My friend Rob is a tall man who rides a huge bike under a wide open sky. He is #1 husband to Shehanna, Dad to Mike and Brian; and Friend to many fortunate folks. Yesterday, his bike picked up a nail … Read more about What a flat can fix
Coffee, community, & sasquatch
I didn't sleep last night. A lot of people didn't sleep last night. They were up with colicky kids, sick friends, pups that were pukey, and hearts weighed heavy with a world slightly … Read more about Coffee, community, & sasquatch
With abandon
As I slogged through the rain yesterday (not quite running nor jogging), Madi and Kenan were on my mind. They have swan-dived into their own adventuresome lives and they shine. Sometimes, I … Read more about With abandon
What’s occupying life these days?
It's late. I've got things to do and a cat to bounce off the bed. All afternoon, I've been dinking around. And curious at this peace that I really shouldn't have. My … Read more about What’s occupying life these days?
On this day…
On this day one year ago... I was finishing up the last bits of cleaning to our empty home before its final sale. Diane, my best friend when the babies were tiny, and Lisa, a friend from … Read more about On this day…
Aggressive prejudice at the crosswalk
This morning I saw something that reduced me to tears. As I waited for a stoplight to change, I watched an older man of color make his way across an intersection. He seemed tired and his gait … Read more about Aggressive prejudice at the crosswalk
