Crumbs on My Heart

Weeping in the KitchenIt swept over me as I took a knife to the last bit of soft butter. The little pat in the glass dish was just enough for the potatoes I intended to mash. But a few toast crumbs, and maybe even a spot of pomegranate jelly, stained it. That bit o’butter wasn’t […]


The Clicker Episode

Remotes. Honest. Wrong Turns, Right TrackMy beloved husband, Rich, and I know one another well. We share our lives, our home, our hearts. We worship together, eat most of our meals together, and stroke the same dogs’ heads as we relax in evenings. We climb into the same bed at night. Those details, along with our status […]


My Tongue Still Smolders

I’d Like My Speech to be This Beautiful. The Taming of My Tongue, Part TwoIf you’ve been reading here for a while, you might remember the tale I shared back in March about my bout with thrush, of all things, and how it helped me work on a sinful habit: unkind speech. [Yes, I know […]


Bagels and Floods

The Four-Slice Wonder. Cream Cheese and Choices We had a bad day, here, not too long ago. He said something, or maybe I did, and it didn’t sit right on the other’s heart, and suddenly we were scowling and snapping words out of thin air, turning our backs and letting untold annoyances overflow their banks. […]


Creeping Crud and Creeping Pride

Rich and “Jonathan,” Enjoying the Boat. July 4, 2011. One Sick Husband Rich faded when we returned home from church. “You don’t look so good,” I told him. “Are you feeling okay?” “I’m just kinda down,” he told me, looking worn. “What’s on your mind?” “Nothing much,” he said, in an I’m done discussing it voice.  […]