Faith, Love

Revealing Gospel

Two seminary professors asked my classmates and me this question: "What is Gospel?" What? Aren’t we supposed to know what Gospel is? Isn’t part of being a Christian knowing this stuff. Even if we are sort of a part-time Christian? Or even a couple-times-a-year Christian? Oh Crap. I’m in seminary and I’m Googling the definition.… Continue reading Revealing Gospel

Family, Healing, Love

My Children Leave Me in January

Snow and Ice My children leave me in January when winter sky covers the fields. Dropped temperatures bundle us into sluggish selves. Frosted windows watch as the world whispers in thickened silence. My children leave me in January never following the predetermined course of others their age. Not August or September when many return to… Continue reading My Children Leave Me in January

Healing, Love

A Nest Between

Weave with precious threads rounded walls, Unraveled from various fabrics, Wedding gown, suits, maternity clothes, barongs, Neckties, favorite shirts, ripped blue jeans, funeral attire. Fill woven cup with soft flannel, Cut from well-washed baby blankets and elders' crocheted throws, Topped with wooly lambskin meant for lining Swedish baby buggies, Nestling in other comforts left-over from… Continue reading A Nest Between

Faith, Grief, Love


Last week I dropped off another load of stuff. Made a donation of sorts to an organization assisting people in need. My stuff helps make their programs happen. I've been doing this kind off-loading a lot lately as I forage through item after item in our home looking to toss, keep, or give away. Of… Continue reading STUFF

Grief, Healing, Love, Trauma recovery

Shirted Memories

Blues, burgundies, blacks, greens. Assorted colors pile on floor. Next to empty card board box. Awaiting purpose. Sit on floor surrounded by shirts. Late. When sleep could sooth. But day not over. Because sometimes life takes me back. Asks me to remember. Or grow. Or move more into the me who is now. Tonight body… Continue reading Shirted Memories

Grief, Healing, Love, Trauma recovery

I Touched Your Star Today

I touched your star today. Not light seen off our deck back home. To the left a bit. East, shining on clear nights. Near moon. Clouds floating by. Glow steady since second night without you. Night after night, light there with me. Staring off into an unknown world. Brightness constant. Unwavering. Abiding. A planet, perhaps.… Continue reading I Touched Your Star Today

Faith, Love

Love’s Truth

Valentine’s Day, 2012. Late. Hung up with a project, errands, arrangements for this or that. Don’t’ remember. Throw on coat. Check myself in the mirror. Head downtown. Make wrong turn after wrong turn. Town still new to me. Check watch. Feel my arms tighten. Call Tony. His voice calm, clear navigates me toward the restaurant.… Continue reading Love’s Truth