I found myself in a bit of a funk last night. After mowing the front lawn, I sneaked into my office to pray for awhile. It helped. And then I saw my daughter outside and decided to join her because the hot humid day had finally turned cool and breezy. We road our...
She stood still, and silent as stone, under the garage’s small overhang. I had to look twice to even tell it was a hen. Her gray coloring and curved outline made her look more like a bowling pin. The yard and driveway were coated in a layer of...
My twin boys, now six, are still little enough to let me sneak a snuggle. So, I do, as often as I can. I tuck their sleep-warmed bodies close in the morning and press my aging cheek to their soft skinned faces. I drink in the profile of their noses...
(Re-posting this story, originally written when the twins had just turned four, because every year I dread the CANDY, CANDY, CANDY of Halloween and, every year, my kids’ joy and excitement help lead me through.) I hate Skittles. I do not want to, as the...
(Sophia, happy as a clam, in her Daddy’s pick up truck.) A heavyset, gray-haired man, short and jovial, honed in on my cautious, serious daughter the moment she arrived. She was eight or nine at the time. He was a volunteer at Vacation Bible School...
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