Finding Rest in My Imperfections
Once upon a time … Isn’t that how most fairy tales start? And fairy tales are fantasy, yes? Yet … sometimes it is easy to…
Once upon a time … Isn’t that how most fairy tales start? And fairy tales are fantasy, yes? Yet … sometimes it is easy to…
Back in my teens, my high school stopped offering home economy classes. No one wanted to take them. Why? Most young women believed home ec…
Just after Rachel (my daughter on the autism spectrum) turned two, she started climbing on the dining room table. Once standing on the surface, she…
The notion of idolatry sometimes seems like a foreign, Old Testament concept, yet it’s all around us. And I’m not only referring to worshiping statues. The other…
This morning, as I walked Rachel into school, I heard one of the teachers yelling as she worked the carpool line. On and on she…
A friend with a steamy married life (but not without conflict), recently remarked that our late 30s through our 50s should be the sexual peak…
Romance is in the air—at least according to the grocery store isle. Valentine’s candy and gifts fill every available space. So, I’ve been contemplating: What…
When out with Rachel, my daughter with autism, I’ve been stared at and judged more times than I can count. She has stripped naked in public, held…
While attending a continuing education session for my speech-language pathology license, I was struck by how intimately the divine hand of God works in all…
It’s the Christmas season again. Time to get out the decorations, visit with family and prepare for tantrums, stripping naked, and for asking to go…