Back Where I Belong

This is my office. Isn’t it beautiful and inspiring? Notice how the legs of the desk sit exactly on the edge of the rug? That is The Line. Anything beyond the rug is no longer an office. It is the dining room. On Sundays, I shove this elegant writing desk...

Riding with Serenity

When we climbed Independence Rock a couple of weeks ago, we were struck again by our need as a people to connect, or as Joseph put it, “to say we were here.” Some of the etchings on that rock have survived since the early 1800’s when pioneers struck...

Climbing Mountains (or at least tall hills)

Today, I climbed a mountain. Well, it probably only qualified as a hill. I’m not sure it was ever measured by an Englishman. But, it was a mile-high masterpiece for me. I’m not particularly athletic. (If any of my siblings are reading this, they are now...

What I Didn’t Expect

I expected to feel proud. I didn’t expect to sob when I caught sight of her. We’d already been sitting in the auditorium for an hour (with six small children) when the graduation ceremony began. I was pretty sure the fatigue of the day, the soreness in my...

Here’s to Hope

This week, Wendell and I will celebrate 36 years of life together. I’m so grateful for what that means, for what he has given me in these decades. Here’s a list. It isn’t complete. In-laws.The kind you can share a back yard with and still be friends....