Such lovely tomatoes Matt plucked from his garden pots and put in the window sill to finish ripening. I donned an apron and set about dicing them and making them into bruschetta, while I listened to a panel discussion online about the theology of work. The panel took a question, written by a man who…
I snuck two more packs of 3 x 2-1/2” notecards into my cart at Shopko, the way a drunk slips a flask into his pocket. Only those people in my inner circle could even begin to count the number of Spanish flashcards I’ve made over the years, for my class and for my own personal…
My conclusion at the end of spring break: I am…different. Partly I know this because of the look on my brother’s face when he found out I was listening to Grit: The Power of Passion And Perseverance, by Angela Duckworth, on my 12-hour drive to our mom’s house. “No,” he said. “You should be listening…
I won’t blame those freshmen guys for yawning all the way through my class. It was 2:00 in the afternoon, and they had started the day with a before-school basketball practice. It was a grueling first week in their new schedule, to say nothing of the fact that it was the end of the quarter…
There was not enough ibuprofen in the world to make my arm stop aching on Sunday night. Matt had left for work that morning, and I had put on my old shorts and t-shirt, for a serious work day of my own. By the time Matt got home at 3:00, I had tweaked all of…
Over a drinking fountain at church, a friend asked me if I was enjoying the summer break from teaching. I had a newly formulated answer for her, after much thought these last few months. “I love teaching, but I am enjoying the rest from the complexities of the job,” I said. Truth was, I was…
I woke up to snow in Lander, Wyoming, which continued throughout the day until we had nearly 10 inches. It is the end of March, and this is life in the Rocky Mountains –in like a lion, out like a lion. My mom and I drove through all that snow to Ace Hardware, where we…
It felt uncomfortable at first, my ridiculous prayer. Not sure where it came from, but it rolled off my lips and then became what I have asked God for every single morning for the last six months. I want to be the best Spanish teacher ever. If you’re a Spanish teacher reading this, um, I’m…
You know what? It was just a plain old week around here. Regular commitments. No vacations or exciting adventures. Makes it hard for a girl to blog, if I’m waiting for something profound to share with you. But I thought of a teensy instruction for women, in Titus 2:5: Be busy at home. I did…
My girl was home for the weekend, and her husband was quite generous to share her. So we climbed in the car, where I proceeded to talk her ear off. It’s our working arrangement that I talk and she listen with enthusiasm. We headed to Wal-Mart, which is 10 times more fun if your daughter…
I try –I really do. I try to have other things to talk about, but it always comes back to the book I am reading. This is why you should pat my husband on the back when you walk by, maybe bring him chocolate chip cookies every once in a while. Because the poor man…
On Saturday, both my guys went to work, and I was left at home alone with a novel and a calendar that told me company would be here in two days. There were two bathrooms with garbage cans that weren’t quite tall enough for the amount of garbage they were holding. (This is a thing…
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