So, the story goes, a happily single girl returned home from Romania to finish out her senior year of college and return to an unmarried (potentially) life of servanthood overseas. But then, there was this guy. Twelve years, lots of late nights in Weymouth, one wedding,… Read More
Lila twirls on the swing, Cinderella gown dragging in the dust at her heels. Her hair face is dirt smudged, her hair haphazardly pinched like falling haystacks between two plastic clips on the top of her head. Pretty is nice. Princess skirts and beautiful updos,… Read More
It was a simple comment, a heartbreaking one. A friend was passing on a prayer request for her friend, who lost her husband suddenly to a heart attack. She ended her note with the comment that the whole situation, makes me realize how blessed I… Read More
Nine times out of ten, the questions and chatter that arises from the backseat of our van are typical, always along the same threads- Did you see that truck? I dropped my ball/stickers/doll/cheap-toy-from-the-fast-food-place-that-we-shouldn’t-be-going-to-anyway, can I get down and pick it up at our next stop?… Read More
I feel as though I have been reading a lot of anti-technology, put away the smartphone, the laptop, the Kindle Fire and pick up your kid blogs as of late. And I get it. I definitely do. My children are only children for this moment… Read More
Alex came in from playing outside and was helping wash down the kitchen table before dinner. In the background, a melodramatic old man read Ephesians via Bible Gateway’s audio tool. Children, obey your parents, his voice shuddered gravely. I turned and gave Alex a teasing… Read More
It’s a smooth rectangle box with flowers on top. It plays Edelweiss when it is wound-up and it has a miniature skeleton key that fits in a small lock. I don’t wear much for jewelry, but it holds the few things I have. My high… Read More
I awoke to Alex at my bedside, rubbing his eyes. As I squinted through slumber, I saw his fidgeting shadow, his hands rubbing his eyes. My body wants to cry and I don’t know why. Oh, honey, come on up. I slid back and made… Read More
It’s a road on my GPS, a small curving line on a map, surrounded by greens and yellows. But to me, the words reads like an escape: Berry Patch Lane, a wondrous place that smells like sweet strawberries and where time slows down like an… Read More
Ten years ago, I sat at my desk in my closet-sized office, typing fiction and quickly reopening work related windows whenever my boss would pop in to ask a question or check on how my projects were coming along. I would share writings maybe with… Read More
The Frozen Moon 