I dreamed it was twenty-five years ago, and my teenaged daughter was learning to drive. We had visited the Dallas Museum of Art—we lived in Texas back then—and were dropping my grade-school son at a friend’s birthday party on the way home. While monitoring my...
We sat in lawn chairs around an open fire, glad for the warmth against the crisp evening and the physical distancing we’ve experienced in the past several months. Our pastor and his wife had invited the elders and their wives for a backyard gathering and dessert. All...
I got my sense of humor from my mother. I’d tell her my tragedies. She’d make me laugh. She said comedy is tragedy plus time. – Carol Burnett “I think we’re going the wrong way,” my son David said. We had decided to take the longer, more leisurely trail back to the...
While the remnants of hurricane Laura soaked the forest on Saturday morning, I sipped green tea and finished Janine Urbaniak Reid’s memoir The Opposite of Certainty. Reading about her brush with alcohol abuse in her teens and early twenties, I thought about the...
Snippet #1: Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling… At night, I draw the covers under my chin, snuggling against the chill and steady patter. Rain in August is a welcome respite. But then the days dawn dark and damp. Snippet #2: So I just did...
I stepped back to see how it looked. Nothing like the picture on the package. No neat corners, just a mess of wrapping, as you can see. The gal at Customer Service told me to pick up the item I’d ordered from the bride’s online gift registry after I paid for my...
