The Dirty Job of Sacrifice, Mom-Style

Still Life with Aromatic Ointment. October, 2011. The Things Done for Love All my life I’ve used my bare hands to apply mentholated ointment, because that’s how my mom applied it when I was sick as a little girl. Recently I’ve had bronchitis and the ointment has been my friend. Vicks sorely strained our friendship one evening. I’d […]


A Couch Potato Christian?

Reading to Two of my Grandson, Ayden and Cadence. September, 2009.  Don’t Just Sit There I read the Bible once each year. I don’t say that to earn your admiration or claim some Christian brownie points–it’s just a thing I choose to do. For me, staying immersed in God’s Word is an important spiritual practice. […]


A Couch Potato Christian?

Reading to Two of my Grandson, Ayden and Cadence. September, 2009.  Don’t Just Sit There I read the Bible once each year. I don’t say that to earn your admiration or claim some Christian brownie points–it’s just a thing I choose to do. For me, staying immersed in God’s Word is an important spiritual practice. […]


Just the Normal Noises

Stupid Phones. We’re Holdouts.  What Counts as Quiet? I paused in the parking lot of the suburban hotel and listened. I heard, and felt, music hurtling from a car on the street, subwoofer driving the bass beat into my bones. Somewhere on the sidewalk a woman laughed. The “Walk” signal at the intersection chirped out […]


Just the Normal Noises

Stupid Phones. We’re Holdouts.  What Counts as Quiet? I paused in the parking lot of the suburban hotel and listened. I heard, and felt, music hurtling from a car on the street, subwoofer driving the bass beat into my bones. Somewhere on the sidewalk a woman laughed. The “Walk” signal at the intersection chirped out […]