It was my very first summer to mow the lawn, about a decade ago. When I was growing up that was a boy job, so I had never even been asked to mow. But the grass was kicking up Matt’s allergies and asthma so bad that I suggested I give it a go. Come to…
Sometimes you wake up, and you know that big thing is happening today. You’ll take that first-day-of-school picture and walk your blondy,  in her brand new Mary Janes, to kindergarten. Or you’ll open the door of your classroom and meet your new students for the first time, and will they eat you for lunch, the…
Several months ago she showed me a picture of teacups, so we started gathering these for the wedding. I pulled out my grandma’s teacups from the basement; cousin Kayla filled a few boxes from the thrift shop; and my mom got on a stepladder to pull hers down from the top cabinet. Into the dishwasher…
I don’t know what you did while you ate elevensies yesterday, but I reached over and grabbed the nearest book. (In my home, every room must have a clock, a box of Kleenex, and a half-read book.) In the kitchen, I am currently reading The Tipping Point: How Little Things Can Make a Big Difference,…
It was a headline moment. I actually had people over for a homemade dinner, with the table dusted (yes, I mean that) and set all pretty. I made chicken tetrazzini, with homemade white sauce and sautéed mushrooms, which is a lot fancier than Little Caesar’s. The meal tasted good, everything went well, and the company…
Dear Church, A decade ago, when you called my husband to be one of your pastors, I felt worried about my kids. Pastors’ kids tend to go bad. I was worried you might treat my kids differently because of their position, maybe set expectations high. And you have. You have loved them more and have…
Usually I write about knowing God, but I’m departing a bit today to give you something too good not to share. My sister-in-law has had this insane job for over a decade –dorm director to over 200 guys every year. Now her own son is a senior and will be heading off to college in…
Like a woman cooking a large family meal, I have a pot on every burner right now. Front right is the woman who has given up on her husband. Back right is the child still going the wrong direction. Front left is the young woman who has given up on her family. Back left is the woman who…
There are always two weeks of skeptical waiting. I follow Matt along the edge of the garden where we do a lot of squinting, trying to identify if that is a blade of grass or possibly the first green onion shoot. Just a blade of grass, I say. No sign of spinach, basil or potatoes either. Me, ever…
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