On anchors and socks and storms

On anchors and socks and storms

There’s a small, dirty sock in the hallway. It anchors me. No matter what storms of worry might rage. No matter how small the boat might seem. That smaller-yet-still sock anchors me. It anchors me to this And this in turn leads me hand-over-hand, down the...

I wonder why I never

I wonder why I never went back to my childhood church after I returned to South Africa I wonder why I never told the first boy that said he loved me that I loved him back. I wonder why I never remember to close the microwave door after using it. I wonder why I never...
On anchors and socks and storms

Some perspectives are better than others

Pete and I are 35 and still have never owned a house. We rent a quirky little home with a backyard that is at times better suited to bundu-bashing than games of baseball or catch. The carpets are stained with melted play-doh and mud has been tracked in irreversible...
The great Gussy giveaway

The great Gussy giveaway

This contest is now closed. The winner selected by random integer generator is comment #149: Kjirsten. Congratulations! This is Gussy. She is great. Gussy has a lot to say. Every minute you doubt yourself is a minute wasted that you can’t ever get back. And...

I’m still learning how to

I’m still learning how to accept criticism with grace. I’m still learning how to find my home in the Lord and not my zip code. I’m still learning how to get my kids to stay put in bed after I put them down. I’m still learning how to make more...