I had planned and expected a really good day. As I was just emerging from my psychotically-shy cocoon, my mother appliqued a dress for me. I loved everything about it. The careful hems, the shiny buttons, but mostly the humpty dumpty assembled from familiar bits of fabric on the front. It was a work ...
Christmas is thundering closer. But something just doesn’t feel right. We just spent five days traveling to the Cleveland Clinic for my heart failure evaluation. Not a journey I wanted to make the week before Christmas. But this is where God has us now, and it’s been a mixed bag with lots of blessings ...
Tradition is not a neutral word. Like college football, or Jesus, or anything political, it evokes a strong emotion, reflecting how traditions have played out in our lives. I, too, have had a love-hate relationship with traditions over the past few years. The following article was first published last year for the ...
What I remember most is fighting over the last of the homemade egg noodles. Every year. No matter how much Mom rolled out and cut by hand, it was never enough. I’m going to be honest. Despite all the themed pillows, pumpkins, and seasonal letterboards in my house, Thanksgiving has never been one of ...
Precious friends, I want to share with you my piece that was recently published by Yahoo Lifestyle and The Mighty. But I also want to include here more personal content than was distributed in these publications. As we approach the four-year anniversary of my diagnosis this month, I am especially aware of the debt I owe each ...
I knew the look on my husband’s face as he started turning his pockets inside out. Thinking about breaking for lunch from the long theme park lines, he made the realization. Our keys were missing. And not just our hotel key. It was an Airbnb key (and a remote gate key) along ...
“This is the day, this is the day, that the Lord has made, that the Lord has made…” My oldest child’s beautiful voice pierced the strained silence on her first day of Kindergarten. Adult tears flooded the front seat of that minivan as an innocent, trusting faith poured out in the back. With ...
I am an ardent fan of trees, especially large, old ones. We searched for almost two years before we found a house with a yard full of mature oaks. My daughter was even married beneath their branches. It was my happy place. But like grown children leaving the nest, they have gradually begun ...
Somehow I always expected an easier trip. Traveling to grandma’s house seemed to take days in our 1977 Pontiac sedan. When I put it in my GPS now, it would only take 3-1/2 hours, tops. But back then it felt more like a covered wagon trek across those parched Kansas grasslands. With my father ...
“You are my hero,” she said. It echoed inside my head for months. I felt the deep inaccuracy in her words from the start. This vibrant woman full of life and grace and love, had no business looking up to me. But her enthusiastic rallying for others is part of her charm and ...
