These are confusing times we are living in. Things that are unprecedented going on all over while other things that are frighteningly precedented take place close to home and across the world. Some days, I just want to sit with my book and dog and read and escape with the sounds of the littles playing… Continue reading Growing Hope
Tag: Hard questions
The One About Vocabulary and Book Burning
Some days our homeschooling goes beautifully. We are on our game, learning all the things, and we stay focused, on track, and we get through everything that we need to do in a timely manner. Then we are able to move on to other things that we really enjoy. Or nap. Naps are good too.… Continue reading The One About Vocabulary and Book Burning
Quicksand
"If there's anything to be amazed at," said MayDean, holding the toothpick out of the side of her mouth with amazing skill while she talked, "it's that all of these folks--look around you, ever' single one of them, they all have fallen at some point or another in their lives. There's just no way around… Continue reading Quicksand
Car Conversations
For whatever reason, some of the best conversations I've had with my children have been in the car. Or truck. Or whatever. Tonight Cooter and I were on the way home from Evening Prayer together, just the two of us, when he suddenly asked one of THOSE questions. You know, the ones where you gulp… Continue reading Car Conversations
Answering the Hard Question
This evening I sat with two young people and a retired friend as we listened to an amazing woman share about the hard work--the good work--she is doing to help women and men who are in the human trafficking industry. It was a very eye opening and hard discussion. It is heart breaking, and despite… Continue reading Answering the Hard Question
Three of My Favorite Words
This past week has been filled with texts, posts, e-mails, phone calls, and face to face expressions of three of the most precious words to hear-- "Are you okay?" I've said 'em, I've read 'em, I've typed 'em, and I've even skyped 'em. Are. You. Okay? Aren't they powerful? To be in the midst of… Continue reading Three of My Favorite Words
A Question for the Prodigal Son’s Father
A question. Just one. This afternoon was one of those hazy, gray days with just enough drizzle that you were never quite sure if it was raining or not. There was a little bit of a chill in the air, and it was very quiet in our neighborhood. The streets usually overrun with children after… Continue reading A Question for the Prodigal Son’s Father
Friend is a Verb
For my littles, who are worried about such things as this: Friend is a verb. You know, you've learned this in Grammar--a verb is something you do. I know you think friend's a noun-an improper one at that, but it is also a verb. So when I hear you worrying over who your best friend… Continue reading Friend is a Verb
the dryer and its lies
And then suddenly the waiting for what was to come the unexpected, the wondering, worry, and waiting is over and the time for the next unknown is here the figuring out of this new "normal" Normal is a setting on the dryer nothing more, nothing less it cannot describe our lives, our days, our moments… Continue reading the dryer and its lies
Still Squaring Up…..Thirty Years Later
There has a been a lot of pain and joy and violence and heartbreak and celebration and divisiveness and reunification in the past two weeks. Almost more than I can begin to take in and really wrap my brain around. It has me feeling a bit discombobulated frankly. Or maybe that's the headache. This afternoon… Continue reading Still Squaring Up…..Thirty Years Later
I Might Need A Nap 