Dear Son, You’re One of the Good Guys

Dear Son, You’re One of the Good Guys

An open letter to my oldest on his 15th birthday. You turn fifteen today in the near middle of this wild and crazy year,  and there’s this thing I have been meaning to tell you about who you are. I have let fear keep me from saying it because well, you’re only...
The Grace of Planting in the Dark

The Grace of Planting in the Dark

My husband came back from an early morning trip to the store for ground meat to form into patties and be devoured within minutes by our crew. We had hamburger buns, but no hamburgers. The care and feeding of boys seems like a puzzle these days—a riddle that keeps...
As We Shelter in Place

As We Shelter in Place

If there were an enemy wanting to eliminate our collective good, perhaps he would send a virus that would create worldwide panic, shut down our schools and places of worship, stop us from gathering and joining together. He would expect us to turn on one another...
How to Walk Away, When You’re a Person Who Stays

How to Walk Away, When You’re a Person Who Stays

I wrestle with walking away something fierce. It seems to have always been this way. When I was younger, I think it was from a place of innocence, the notion absurd that anyone would hurt another person intentionally. Holding onto a belief that with enough love anyone...