My 4-year-old daughter recently tried to use a colander for a puke bowl. When I recommended that she get a metal bowl and lie down on the couch to settle her tummy, that’s all she could find. Somehow, I feel... Continue Reading →
Celebration is an act of memory. Memory fuels our souls. It gives us deep droughts of joy and even pools of suffering from which we can ponder the reflection of the wounded Christ in our midst. The narratives of our... Continue Reading →
I deep cleaned our minivan today. And it occurs to me that my two oldest have a whole secret life back there of which I am only vaguely aware. It's amazing how much the treasures we squirrel away say about... Continue Reading →
Breeding Lilacs 