She was my mother, she is a mother, she is me
She was my mother. In quick succession, Gayle Greene suffers the loss of her beloved aunt and mother. She’s the last of her family; her only sibling and her father are also deceased. Sifting through photographs and belongings left behind, she grieves her losses,...
The Atheist and the Bear, an old story
An Atheist ponders non-belief
Broken by the blessings of vaccination and faith
I propped the pillows on our bed, covered myself with a throw blanket, and donned my reading glasses. The nurse who’d administered our second Covid-19 vaccination had said many who have little reaction to the first shot reacted to the second. Despite the fact that...
A little like Tom Sawyer
“You’ll really like leaf-blowing,” I said to our three sons this past weekend. “There’re lots of leaves to rake and blow out of the meadow and road ditch, so each of you will get a turn.” I grinned, thinking about the famous “fence-painting” scene in Mark...
The fearfully uncomfortable knowing
In the past several years, I’ve written a few posts about my husband’s deceased daughter—a recent mention here. Today, I tell the story about how learning to love the daughter I never met led me to the fearfully uncomfortable acceptance of the cross. The post...
Lead or be led
Cato lept from his nest bed in the great room, growling, barking, and bellowing. I peered at the digital clock in our bedroom. 3:36 am. Early morning on Maundy Thursday. “There must be something out there,” I said to Keith. “I’ll go check.” Cato raced between me...