This is a story about me and my baby, who’s now 22, and the misery we walked through together to find a love connection. It’s a story of our mutual failure, but it’s a story with a happy ending. I lived the miracle. I watched it change me. And then I watched it change my… Continue reading The Prodigal Stone
A Threat of Frost
We had a threat of frost predicted for 2 a.m. Unsure of whether or not the pots I'd planted at church would make it--with Easter coming up, it seemed a shame to risk it--I grabbed garbage bags and shish kabob skewers and headed out. I hadn't bothered to unload the yard tools that were in… Continue reading A Threat of Frost
The Kids are Grown and (Mostly) Gone, so Who Am I and What Do I Do Now?
Our "baby" of five kids is just two short weeks away from being 21. It occurs to me that even though he's living with us temporarily and working, while colleges decide whether or not to have live classes again, he's for all intents and purposes grown, though maybe not entirely gone. It also occurs to… Continue reading The Kids are Grown and (Mostly) Gone, so Who Am I and What Do I Do Now?
The Unwrapped Gift
I was the family gift wrapper, the child asked to wrap even her own Christmas gifts. My mother would give me a taped box with an unseen gift inside. I liked nothing better than a stack of boxes, a bag of bows, and rolls and rolls of patterned paper. I loved the sounds of wrapping—the… Continue reading The Unwrapped Gift