My eyes were glued to our mini-van’s glass window, trying to find every possible hotel billboard that mentioned the word “pool.” Who needs Mount Rushmore or Niagara Falls? On a cross-country road trip, as a child, nothing could trump the delight of a massive box of chlorine. Needless to say I grew increasingly skeptical of…
Over the past 4 years, I have attempted to grow a vegetable garden in our yard. It’s been a failure, but only by the number of harvestable plants. What hasn’t failed is the process of illuminating personal areas in my life that need attention. I’m glad to learn, but I still want to harvest fruits…
I’ve often watched my parents, of over 30 years, interact with each other as if they were still dating. Their whispers, knowing smiles passed between each other, stolen kisses and my father’s gaze on my mother—as if it was the first time he’d ever laid eyes on her—eventually peaked my curiosity. I asked my mother…
As a child I never learned how to express my anger in healthy ways. In fact, I believed anger was a bad thing, probably because that’s what I learned from my parents. If someone even hinted that I might be angry I would say, “I’m not angry. I’m just upset.” Many years later I finally…
Proverbs 14:4 says, Where no oxen are, the manger is clean, but much revenue comes by the strength of the ox.” Marrying a man is a trade off, like having an ox around. Men are a lot like oxen, and I am speaking from experience. We are usually bigger and stronger and less astute than women. Again, my…
