Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
’twas nine days before Christmas and my throat was so sore my muscles so achy I couldn’t ignore So I drove to a walk-in and waited a bit before being ushered to a new place to sit With my butt on blue vinyl and… Continue Reading “The Gift”
Part One of what I tried to say in church: This past Lent I carried a little brown rabbit in my pocket every day. I named him Tuga, the Bosnian word for sorrow. His purpose was to remind me of the season, of the… Continue Reading “The Journey of Tuga and Aleluja — part one”
While I was in Bosnia, I began thinking of things that I would do differently next time. First, I would bring my computer. I intentionally did not bring my computer on this trip, so I could “unplug” a little. I had my phone which… Continue Reading “Things I Would Have Done Differently in Bosnia”
About a month ago, I received a curious piece of mail. When I opened the envelope, I found a folded-up piece of yellow construction paper. In red marker, the sender, Juliette, a little girl from our church in Greene, had drawn a heart, an… Continue Reading “The Gift of Giving”
I’m a fan of the synchronized sports shot. This is probably one of my favorite pictures of Karl playing soccer because he and the other player are right at the same place in their stride. I loved watching Karl play soccer. Tennis was fun,… Continue Reading “Play Your Game”
Walk around the barn with me. The side facing the road is red, the traditional color of many barns. My mother painted the Peace Dove around 40 years ago on a sheet of plywood. Bud found it in the barn this fall and decided to… Continue Reading “Weathered”
In the spirit of “Leaning In,” I offered to help my father write some letters. During December I felt trapped, much the way a mother of a toddler feels. I remember being home with small children and wondering what it would be like to… Continue Reading “Trapped”
Yesterday was a rush-rush day. I had too many things to do in the available hours. Around 4:30 PM, I made a quick run into the grocery store. The wind was gusty and frigid as I dashed for the door. In between the open… Continue Reading “Delight”
I stood in a very long line at the Post Office yesterday. Post Office line definitions for a small town: No line = go directly to the counter Brief wait = someone already at the counter Line = someone waiting, someone at the counter… Continue Reading “At the Post Office”
