World Numbers

World Numbers

It’s easy to live comfortingly in the cocoon of our own little world. Numbers like this wake us up to the fact that there is so much more going on in the world than we can possibly fathom. And while we may not be able to keep up with it all, God can....
The Never-Ending Process of Mourning

The Never-Ending Process of Mourning

I was cleaning out a closet in my house when I pulled out a tub of crocheted items and felt a lump lodge in my throat. My father—who would have turned 70 this week but succumbed to pancreatic cancer in 2004—had made the items for me and my daughters during my...
Dishtowels and the Aware-mess of Being Imperfect

Dishtowels and the Aware-mess of Being Imperfect

This morning I washed the last breakfast plate clean, set it into the dish drainer, and burst into tears. My life was kinda like that movie Crash when everything comes together just so as to cause this major collision. First, my husband and I—separated for almost four...
Two Corpses Walk into a Bar…

Two Corpses Walk into a Bar…

This week I was reminded why I decided to go into teaching. And no, it wasn’t some fulfilling teachable moment I had with a student or the epiphanic stare that tends to follow a windfall of understanding in a 13-year-old’s eyes. It was much more selfish than that. I...
Plucking the Gray-Fruit (and Dealing with our Sinful Nature)

Plucking the Gray-Fruit (and Dealing with our Sinful Nature)

I’m 52. I don’t look 52, or so I’m told, but my hair is slowly surrendering to the inevitable. And other than a single “wild” episode of highlights, I’ve never colored it. So when gray hairs started presenting themselves front and center, I viciously tweezed them out....
Tattoos and Taming the Tongue

Tattoos and Taming the Tongue

I believe that most kids should be institutionalized from ages 11-14 since they so readily display Dissociative Identity Disorder (multiple personalities). Either that or they’re victims of an alien body snatching conspiracy to bring down our entire civilization one...
Playing God and Robots

Playing God and Robots

Recovering from codependency is kinda like living in Florida—days go by when everything is sunshine. Then wham! out of nowhere, you’re hit with a surprise storm and find yourself drenched head to toe standing in the onslaught, wondering how it snuck up on you from a...
In the Company of a “Bastard” Like Jesus

In the Company of a “Bastard” Like Jesus

Last year, the teacher across the hall from me at school was nominated Teacher of the Year by her peers. It was my first year back in the teaching field after 12 years, and I didn’t know my peers well enough to vote with any kind of conviction, so I...
What’s in a Name?: Finding Our Real Identity

What’s in a Name?: Finding Our Real Identity

I remember when I was 17 waking up nearly naked in a strange bed next to a young man I barely recognized. I also remember gathering up my remaining clothes and fleeing. Later, I couldn’t help asking myself what had happened. I knew I had gone to a friend’s...