My un-cooking skills

My un-cooking skills

My mom was a terrible cook. I mean, just awful. Most of my meal-related memories involve her dashing from the bedroom where she’d got caught up in a book and shrieking in horror at boiled over veggies, burnt potatoes or overdone everything. She’d turn off...

On meeting my daughter

God knits babies together in the secret dark. Small wonder that to get a glimpse into their world we need to go into darkened rooms lit only by a flickering screen to read what we can of who they are becoming. But He already knows. He already delights. He has already...
When your kids won’t stay in bed

When your kids won’t stay in bed

As I write this my boys are not in bed sleeping. They are not tucked in and staying put. They are not obeying. They are not even pretending to be obeying. They are hurling mini missiles at my bedroom door. I am hiding in here and counting down the minutes till I feel...
Home grown perspective

Home grown perspective

To me, there’s nothing more remarkable than getting to see the world through someone else’s eyes. Sometimes we may be under the impression that we have to go all the way to Guatemala to do so. Or across the street to the neighborhood food pantry. Or to...