We’re all caterpillars

“Oh, Caterpillar! it is because you crawl, because you never get beyond your cabbage-leaf, that you call any thing impossible.” — The Lark, in Mrs. Alfred Getty’s “Parables from Nature” (read free here) “What was my grandpa like when he was a kid?” I asked. “Mean,” Great-Aunt Junilla deadpans. “No, he was funny. He was so funny. Read more about We’re all caterpillars[…]

The one thing that had me reading my senior scrapbook in how many years …

It rained today, our second day of school, and we had something heavy that came up just after breakfast. My grandpa died. I looked at the girls after putting down the phone. I told them; we cried. Soon after it was raining, and … well. We’re like those Cather pioneers, our family. We just go on. “Let’s Read more about The one thing that had me reading my senior scrapbook in how many years …[…]

Sharing life at home, and what that means

Sharing life — isn’t that the funniest phrase, if you dissect it? When the first few people (all church people; I’m not sure I’ve heard it outside that context) used that phrase with me, it stuck like an oddball thing to say: “Sharing life.” To share life means meals and chores or errands; possessions, maybe Read more about Sharing life at home, and what that means[…]

The old house on Ontario Street

I still dream about the old house sometimes. It was charming, despite previous owners’ weird preferences for paint colors and toilets in impossibly limiting closets. Original woodwork; drafty windows. We’d grill peaches on the deck in July, scrape ice from our windshields from November to April, and the sun would rise as I safely ran Read more about The old house on Ontario Street[…]

As children are people, so are parents. Even dads.

Dave used to want to be a war photographer. Sept. 11, 2001, was early in our college careers, and he thought he’d be embedded over in Afghanistan, taking photographs. Can you see how I fell for him in college? I’d been dating a perfectly safe engineering student when this artist, this journalist came along. This Read more about As children are people, so are parents. Even dads.[…]

What do we really mean, when we say we want community?

I should be reaching blogger nirvana by posting Dietrich Bonhoeffer quotes. It’s only a matter of time between overusing the word “community” and someone handing you a copy of “Life Together,” and my time has come. Bonhoeffer’s hip; I’ve nodded along to quotes from “The Cost of Discipleship” used in sermons. I’ve been meaning to Read more about What do we really mean, when we say we want community?[…]