She was talking, but I wasn't listening. I was thinking about what I wanted to say. I don't have to tell you how popular this weakness of mine isn't, especially with my own family. "So what's your experience been?" she was asking. Caught red handed, I had no idea what she was talking about. "The… Continue reading Just Sayin’
(Note: I've reposted this story from 2019, because it reminds me what I miss most about my church. Today, we met outside in our socially distant circles, and while I'm grateful we are meeting at all, I'm sad to be missing out on the kind of fellowship with my church family that's described in this… Continue reading Pining Poor
Mama is dying. I’m sitting in her bedroom next to her hospital bed, the metal rail cold against my leg. The oxygen tube is bothering her and Vicky, her caregiver, is adjusting it as I write. “That better, Martha?” Mama moans. Mama normally reads a page from her devotional every night with Vicky. When I… Continue reading Troubling Ourselves
It's late. Probably most of you are in your beds, cozy and comfortable, sifting through the day's events as you drift off to sleep. That's where I'm heading after I hit send. But before I do, I want to sift through the events that happened here, and tell you about the day I had with… Continue reading Sifting
I don't want to look at what's inside the Tupperware at the back of the fridge. But once I brave it, I'm so relieved to start the task and be done with the judgment lurking in shadowy containers behind the non-expired hummus and pimento cheese. There’s no guilt in dumping rotten food, no matter how… Continue reading Joy at Dawn
