A small patch of stable ground

The weight of the Rubbermaids bent the wooden shelves in the garage. It was, what, 19 degrees, and I had Dave lugging them inside earlier this week. “Why now?” he moaned. He’s been going to the gym, all that bacon, and his arms, you know. “Because –” I started, not sure how to explain why now Read more about A small patch of stable ground[…]

Maybe it was a snowy owl

Where we live, there’s always the rumors of snowy owls coming down from the North Pole this time of year. The young ones learn to be good hunters in Michigan, looking for mammals in wide stretches of snowy open spaces. The nature center a few miles away posted one’s in the neighborhood; my neighbor said last Read more about Maybe it was a snowy owl[…]

To which God is saying, ‘Yeah. Duh.’

Earlier this week: The window opened wide, vertically, and the neighbor stuck out her arm to wave hello, and leaned on her elbows against the sill. “What are you tracking?” “We don’t know yet!” Violet yelled up to her. Surreal: sparkles of snow swirled from their roof; the snow on the ground untouched by boot prints, but only for Read more about To which God is saying, ‘Yeah. Duh.’[…]

Living the same old stories

“Sometimes at night I practice telling Michael,” her elephant, “about Jesus’ best stories so I can remember to tell them to my six boys when I grow up.” “Oh yeah? Those are some good stories to practice,” I say. We were dancing in the dark, twirling under new glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling. “Which one’s Read more about Living the same old stories[…]

Let’s laugh more in 2015

I remember holding that $10 bill in my hand along the five aisles of the grocery store in my hometown. The market’s now vacant, but at the time it offered us preteens a small freedom in that lonely town: only one highway and a train track separated us from buying a special dinner for our summer sleepover. Read more about Let’s laugh more in 2015[…]