Best birthday ever
As of this weekend, I am now 45…the sunniest side of 40. Hot diggety dog. I am also wealthier beyond my wildest dreams, most fervent prayers, and well-stoked imagination. Look at that table. See how full it is? An embarrassment…
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As of this weekend, I am now 45…the sunniest side of 40. Hot diggety dog. I am also wealthier beyond my wildest dreams, most fervent prayers, and well-stoked imagination. Look at that table. See how full it is? An embarrassment…
Seth is on my left. Jules is at the head of the table. Clint is across the table and Melinda is to my right. Life is happening. Messy. Hopeful. Credible and real. Things are happening. People are laughing. Healing. Hopeful.…
Have you ever heard a story that brought you to your knees? Strangers in strange lands who's lives reveal more about your comfortable life and hubris and assumptions than you want or expect? Meet Jeremy & Kathryne Cearbaugh, World Racers. They tell…
Lately, I've been thinking about Dorian Gray, the main character in Oscar Wilde's only published novel, A Picture of Dorian Gray. He was beautiful. And self-obsessed. Dorian was so afraid of losing his beauty that he sold his soul to the…
It's Sunday morning at 9:12 am and I am sitting on the patio with the blind one-eyed cat. We are listening to the birds. PeeWee is stalking them. I am enjoying their call and response worship. The last bits of…
I've been out of commission for a few days thanks to a weenie of an immune system and whatever else was lurking in the air. But slowing down had its benefits. I finally re-read a favorite book (Guernsey Literary &…
Sarah Siders is a conundrum; she of a servant's heart steeped in freedom. We met years ago on my front porch in Manhattan, Kansas, while she was still a Kansas State University student. With her long hair and innate funkiness,…
You probably know many single parents. I do and I was one…am one. And it is a tough and lonely run through an unknown land at times, but the kids are worth the effort. I have a friend who has…
Last night, I took the long way home – stopping at a lakeside trail to mosey. I like mosey-ing; a little slower than a walk, a lot slower than a jog or run – yet you are still moving…moseying.…