Anna Mary Robertson Moses. Maybe your not familiar with this dear old woman. She lived her life between New York and Virginia, as a hired girl and then a wife and mother. She raised five children. She worked on her farm with her husband until he died. What is amazing about this woman is that … Continue reading Grandma Moses
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Giving Reflections on Thanks
Before everyone arrives with hot casseroles and forced conversations, it’s quiet. It’s dark and soundless, except for the occasional jingle of the dog’s collar. The coal stove glows orange inside, reminding me of ET’s heart.
Parallel Play
A letter to my grandmother
The Learning Curve
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
Fly Away Home
As parents we are always saying farewell. From the moment a baby is 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 can soar into a … Continue reading Fly Away Home
Fly Away Home
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
Invisible God
How long will it take me to see you’re not invisible after all-it’s me who’s blind. I live in a dark world where the light of Christ alone illuminates my eyes to see the un-seen, know the unknown and commune with the invisible God.
Into Winter
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
Memory Work
Sometimes the best way to retrieve memories is to tiptoe through the past, get what you need and then run like hell. Sometimes there are seasons of safety when growth helps you build a tent among the forgotten pieces of the past and get the work done. Unfortunately memories can be like shrapnel embedded deeply … Continue reading Memory Work