We Bought a Tractor

We Bought a Tractor

  It is a tiny tractor, on the scale of things, but big enough to make our grandsons think we own the world. Here is the thing: I did not know we needed a tractor. In all of our forty-five years together, I don’t remember my handsome husband ever saying,...

Easter, Passover, and Dolly Parton.

Can you imagine the first Passover? The Death Angel flying through the land, taking every firstborn male from the cattle in the pen to the son of Pharaoh in the palace. Mothers crying. Fathers cursing. And, the eldest son of every Hebrew family quivering in a corner...

What I’m Getting for Lent

Yes, I know. People give up things for Lent. We get things at Christmas. (Although, ’tis better to give, as they say.)  I don’t attend a liturgical church (such as the one led by our dear Father Mike.) Our congregation doesn’t observe a formal Lenten...

How to Survive Transition

A woman in labor hits a stage called transition. For me, two things generally happened at that point. I decided to go home and do this thing another day. And, something supernatural kicked in to stop me from leaving. Sort of like motherhood anesthesia. I still felt...

The Part I Play

Hello, Dear Reader. If you know me at all, you are probably laughing at this picture of me wearing a hair net and posing in a commercial kitchen. Or, in any kitchen, for that matter. My newfound freedom from the Day Job has made me a little reckless. (I’m still...