Full Circle

I can’t imagine being Hannah in the Old Testament and giving my first-born and only son away to God. I mean, really giving. Not just standing at the altar one Sunday while the pastor prays and agreeing that we will “raise this child in the nurture and the...

It’s Daisy Newman’s Fault

I’ve been wallowing a bit in writer angst this week. Another “no thank you” on a recent book proposal launched me into the depths of who-do-I-think-I-am-and-what-am-I-trying-to-do land again. Since I’ve promised my husband I won’t...

Gratitude

Lots of people were missing from our traditional Easter Egg Hunt this year. We knew the scattering was inevitable. It is the way of life, and it isn’t a bad thing. I’m glad our children are living productive lives and influencing their communities –...

Mostly Good for Us

I want to write something profound about Easter. And I find myself without words. Or phrases. Or images that could possible convey even a tiny bit of the power of that day. The words seem thin when compared to the sacrifice. The sentences feel flat when compared to...