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 ...

Sitting on the Bus

01. April 2019 Blog Posts 10
When we were growing up on the farm, for reasons too complicated and too political for my six-year-old mind, the school bus picked us up and dropped us off a half mile from our home at the intersection of four wheat fields.   Usually Mom drove us up to the corner a tad early, because ...

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 ...

Mundane Matters

“Don’t forget to check on me!” Every night my four-year-old daughter would stand up in her bed, open the door, and stick her piggy-tailed head into the evening hallway with this not-so-gentle reminder.   “Checking” was more than being tucked in.  We did that first.  Hours later, she expected us to open her creaky door ...

A Prodigal’s Parent

04. March 2019 Blog Posts 12
Driving home from college for Thanksgiving, my dad and his buddy got stuck in a snowstorm.  The naïve teens should never have been on the roads.  Without cell phones and with limited emergency services in 1951, the three days they spent in the car, turning the engine on every few hours for warmth, created a ...

Home or Him?

25. February 2019 Blog Posts 6
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 ...

Longing for Home

18. February 2019 Blog Posts 10
We have (over)loaded the car: suitcases, dog crate, snacks, laptop. We have filled the gas tank for the 600-mile roundtrip.  We have adjusted the thermostat and locked the doors.  We are headed home.  Even as middle-aged empty nesters, my husband and I still say we are going “home” when we mean we are going to ...

The Split

11. February 2019 Blog Posts 14
My husband hasn’t always been the slim marathon runner he is today.  He was a chunky little guy growing up, Sears Husky jeans with reinforced knees cut down short.  One summer he invested his careful savings in a Styrofoam surfboard at Duckwall’s.  Even though his mother was skeptical about the quality. He held on to ...

One Year Later: A Divinely Personal Path

04. February 2019 Blog Posts 12
Most of my life I have wanted to be someone else.  It started with wanting to be my older sister, and then in Kindergarten I had others I aspired to be.  My Best Day Ever arrived when Mrs. Coffey was out sick and we had a substitute teacher. It was picture day, and all the students ...

A Different Kind of Loss in Kansas City

28. January 2019 Blog Posts 9
I lost my wedding ring while visiting my daughter and son-in-law in Kansas City.  I detest losing things.  After three solid hours of combing through their small house (for four of us, twelve man-hours), I came to the realization that I may be leaving Kansas City without it.   Another mother my age had triplets ...