Not My Best Moment

Do you think the Proverbs 31 lady ever found herself in the plumbing aisle of Wal Mart at 9:00 on a Friday night and suddenly remembered she was wearing no make-up and had a ketchup blob on her shirt from eating supper in the car? I didn’t mind looking like a...

Dancing on Dirt

I wish I could explain what this picture of dirt means to me. If I were a Photoshop wizard, I’d have drawn in a sign that says, “Future Home of Calvary Medical Center.” Then I’d put twinkling lights and shiny tinsel all around the edges,...

Disciplining My Art

Artists don’t generally hang out at the gym. You don’t see a lot of musicians running marathons or writers entering the olympics. We may take a long walk on a spring day, but we are more often in search of our muse than our muscle tone. Don’t get me...

Orphans Preferred

This month is the 150th anniversary of the historic Pony Express. I am especially fond of this piece of American History since it’s headquarters are only a couple of hours away in one of my favorite towns, St. Joseph, Missouri. Some of our own family history was...

Who’s it All About Then?

Last week, I forgot the first rule of our office. “We are Here to Serve.” I had been sick (which is no excuse) and my backlog of work was screaming (which I should have expected) and the patient was demanding. (which happens sometimes) I responded badly,...

Confusing My Realities

The other day at lunch, someone made a comment about current affairs, and I started to say how relieved I was when the president rescued the sailors trapped in the submarine off the coast of North Korea. Seriously. I started to say it. I caught myself at the last...