Eyes for the Invisible

Late last week I finally shopped for a Father’s Day card.  As I was checking out what was left on the racks, a woman about my mother’s age came up behind me.   The lady reached for a card, frowned, and put back card after card.   I assumed she couldn’t find the sentiment she was ...

Mosquitoes, Martians, and a Trustworthy God

“You’ll never survive without bug spray.  They have giant mosquitoes,” my sister advised, tossing me a can of insect repellant.   The summer following third grade, I reluctantly packed my small mod-flowered suitcase to join my older siblings for a week at the fabled site, Camp Wentz. I had seen a few grainy black and ...

Weeds and Warnings, Part II

(This is the second part of a piece that originally appeared on kindredmom.com.)   Part I can be found here.   ************   After a week of what I thought was the flu, I finally made an appointment with my general practitioner. I will never forget my doctor’s words as he prepared to read the ...

Weeds and Warnings, Part I

This week I am preparing for a speaking event and next week I will be at the Cleveland Clinic for a heart check.  So I am taking this opportunity to post a piece that was selected and originally appeared on the Kindred Mom website a few weeks ago.     It tells the story of ...

Becoming Mom

Tomorrow is May 1:  May Day, my sister’s birthday, my youngest daughter’s birthday.  May also brings the National Day of Prayer and, outside of the last day of school, the best occasion:  Mother’s Day.   Mother’s Day always brings a flood of memories to us empty-nesting moms.  We can still remember every detail of each ...

Pacing the Race

I fumbled for my bag and squeezed toward the doors, then exited the stuffed bus.  The T, Boston’s public transit system, was overwhelmed this day.  Too many of us clueless, anxious visitors trying to navigate a tricky system of lines and stops.  But my husband left the Airbnb six hours earlier, so I was going ...

A Saturday Kind of Relationship

I am head over heels for my husband.   He has been my rock and my partner and I am grateful every day that we chose each other all those years ago.  When we married, that decision was a tipping point in my life.  It set events into motion that have made my days on ...

The Hard Work of Waiting

Recently, while I was visiting my daddy in the small hospital in my hometown, I noticed the names of the longer-term patients posted outside their hospital room doors.  These patients were more than a room number; they had names.  I thought about how caring that was, to make patients feel more at home.  Reading the ...

Of Scales and Chandeliers

I had a feeling in my gut that we shouldn’t have been playing with a ball in that room.   Grandma Steinbacher’s fancy living room was not a place for rough-housing with its uncomfortable furniture and crystal chandelier.  I was sure, although the rest of their farmhouse looked a lot like mine, this is where ...

Home or Him?

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Six countries, dozens of monuments, hundreds of busses, trains, ubers, taxis.   Once we got approval for me to travel overseas, we hit the ground running… well, walking anyway.  It would be trite to say it was the trip of a lifetime.  It was the trip of a generation for my family.  And I was thrilled ...