Prayer Can Move Mountains
A few weeks ago, before I hung up the phone, I told my friend that I would be praying for her.I resumed cooking supper. From in the living room, my husband asked, “Will you?”I swirled the pasta and laid the
Too Much Information
Much to my introverted husband’s chagrin, I didn’t use to believe in too much information. The acronyms TMI stood for Three Mile Island in Pennsylvania. But this week, I came upon a video of me and my daughter posted to
Babeorexia ~ the skinny on baby rolls
Bigorexia: muscle dysmorphia or biorexia is a disorder in which a person becomes obsessed with the idea that he or she is not muscular enough. Babeorexia: chubby dysmorphia or babeorexia is a disorder in which a mother becomes obsessed with the
Open Doors
The winter I was seventeen, I visited my once raucous Mennonite playmate whose ill health had transformed into a soft-spoken friend. The whites of her deep brown eyes had yellowed from the severe complications of her liver. Her family and
The Other Half of Me
Every day at eleven the elderly couple would sit at the rectangular table in the center of the square room that faced the restaurant kitchen. Within two weeks of my eighteenth summer I could put their order in the kitchen without bothering
Room to Grow
Yesterday I knelt on the stamped concrete porch and yanked a ponytail tree out of a red ceramic pot, and as clods of dirt fell from the tangled roots onto my pants, I was hit with a revelation that was so simple
Growing Up
Seventeen years ago I requested a white Persian kitten for Christmas, but my father’s storage barn business was slow as it usually was over winter so instead I received an orange and white long-haired tom that hissed and clawed until
Keeping Marriage From Losing Its Luster
As the jeweler passed my engagement and wedding ring back in a small plastic bag, I could not stop staring at the brilliance of the gems that had been filmed with neglect and time. I had not always taken them for
Publishing Wisdom From a Whippersnapper
(Celebrating my birthday at a B&B with my husband, so I uploaded this vlog instead.)
The Hourglass of Time
One o’clock in the morning and even in sleep my daughter hiccupped from the magnitude of her eleven o’clock cries. I nestled her closer – her feet pressing into my stomach like tiny hot stones, her dimpled hands clutching the