Here you will find short memoir essays.
a food memoir Communion in the church is partaking of a tiny piece of stale cracker, broken off from a larger piece. Everyone eats together, this represents Jesus’s body. We eat together, we understand together, we live life together. Food, people, Jesus, forgiveness, it’s all wrapped up in that one ceremony which teaches us -by … Continue reading Breaking Bread
I learned cursive in 3rd grade, like everyone else born pre- laptops and i phones. However, for the past 30 years, I have chosen a different sort of penmanship, a unique blend of print, created cursive and imagined letters. I never embraced my learned cursive. I rejected it, perhaps because I didn't want to follow … Continue reading The Learning Curve
As parents we are always sending our children off into the world. From the moment they are born we begin the process of separation. It’s easy to forget in the day to day business of living, that our job as parents is to set our people free, let them fly, give them wings so they … Continue reading Fly Away Home
My Memory of a dog bite in the face There was a bite in the air. A sharp chill that reminded us summer was long gone, but winter had not yet taken over. It’s mostly a transition time, a period of turning and changing when plans are carved out, but not always understood. It’s … Continue reading Into Winter
A letter to my Dad on Father's day
Suddenly I see Jesus standing there saying, “Kim, have some faith, purchase the domain, send in some queries. Have I not called you? Have I not set forth this desire in your heart, and trained you? Kim cast your nets and I will fill them.” Some thoughts on stepping out in faith.
some personal thoughts on the fruits of discipline My mother, sisters and I rented an old farmhouse when I was 6 years old. It became our family home for the next 30 years, more or less. It was established and solid in and out, but it had been left abandoned for a long time. My … Continue reading Un-Cultivated
My house is in the post-holiday jumble, it’s just about time to “take down Christmas” although, I have grown quite fond of the warm sparkle the little white lights provide.
The day my butt looked fat I knew something had to change.
My Faith Place 