St. Paul and his old stories

My four-year-old asked me to spell “Oshkosh” for her the other day. We moved from there a few years ago; it’s a common enough word in our house, I suppose. Weird, but so are kids. I went with it.

“O-S,” I said, waiting for her. “S is like a snake, like this.” I drew one with my finger in the air. She copied it. “Then H.” You get it.

“Look! I spelled ‘Oshkosh’!” she said. She held it out to me: “I miss Oshkosh.”   

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I keep no fewer than 754 items on my coffee table at one time.

Bull-oh-knee, sister.

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When a wobbler says yes

The afternoon I took this picture, Dave was already in Michigan, where it was written “there be monsters” on the map. I stayed behind for a bit because we had the house to sell, and I had a paycheck there, and that paycheck was something we needed, or thought we did. (I’ll stop talking about this one Read more about When a wobbler says yes[…]

I think God uses rhubarb to tell me ‘you’re on the right track’

Jesus replied, “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.” (Luke 9:62 ended the selection from Common Prayer on the date we arrived back from a trip to our Wisconsin hometown That.) Standing in the same church we left about a year-and-a-half ago to Read more about I think God uses rhubarb to tell me ‘you’re on the right track’[…]