The Many Shades of Grief
I have watched three people die.
Last week, it was sitting by my grandfather’s bed singing hymns. Watching his chest rise and fall in labored breathing.
Read MoreI have watched three people die.
Last week, it was sitting by my grandfather’s bed singing hymns. Watching his chest rise and fall in labored breathing.
Read MoreI wonder why the human spirit balks at what is best for us. Of course sledding with your friends is superior to simply chugging soda and playing video games, but when given the choice, the video games often win.
Read MoreTheo–“I saw it and knew immediately how to do it. You two are old people and can’t learn.”
Read MoreBefore I could share with my husband and receive a loving hug of encouragement, our youngest shoved past my writing chair and pounded his fist on the bathroom door. Snarls or rage and pain answered back and I knew that our middle son must have been putting in his contacts at that exact moment, stabbing himself in the eye … again.
Read MoreIt is humble. The crowded coffee table is at my right, a stack of laundry baskets boiling over with clean cloths is at my left, and my writing chair is just behind me. Sometimes the dog creeps into it and I have to shoo her away before I write. Nonetheless, in the quiet darkness of the early morning, after I study God’s word but before I open my computer to write, I kneel.
Read MoreHas a real setting every sparked a story in your mind?
Read MoreAs one’s adorably rambunctious sons turn into charmingly grumpy teens, it can be difficult to find fun things to do with them that they still love. Thus, the Mom Movie Night was born!
Read MoreTheo–Generously offers to do the dishes one time if I will let him take a hunter’s safety course, shoot a coyote, and then practice amateur taxidermy in my kitchen sink!
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