Mrs. Sabo pulled me aside when I went up to the front of the room to sharpen my pencil. I thought I was in trouble. I always think I’m in trouble. I’m halfway through my forties, and when the teachers send a note home that they want me to come to a conference I think… Continue reading Two Minutes
By Gum
My niece Keely is in her twenties and has given birth to the cutest baby currently on the planet — do not argue with me about this; you will lose — but that does not mean I do not remember all the things she did when she herself was a child. Because I need to… Continue reading By Gum
Big Things Happ’nin
I may have mentioned, once or twice or sixty times, that I'm a nervous wreck leading up to Levi's annual appointments at the CF clinic. This feels ridiculous, because we almost never get bad news. But it feels significant, like something very bad could happen. And his whole team would be there to tell us about the… Continue reading Big Things Happ’nin
In the Weeds
This is a current picture of the tree from my usual vantage point. This is if I stand on tiptoe and stretch my arms as far as they will go, which is ... not that far. (Thanks for the T-Rex genes, Dad.) And because I am too risk-averse lazy to drag a ladder or something… Continue reading In the Weeds
A Limping Redemption
Faith has always been difficult for me. In my middle and high school years, I had Sunday School teachers who were visibly relieved when a class went by without my hand shooting into the air. I have questions. There are passages of the Bible — an alarming number of them — that make little sense… Continue reading A Limping Redemption