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
The Bird Returns
I got mail from Iowa this week. When I opened it, this picture fell out, with a note from a friend of my parents. Martha reads the blog. She loves the posts about family, so last week was a good one for her. She has a lot of memories of the bird in the pocket. I… Continue reading The Bird Returns
Uncle Bird
My father always had a bird in his pocket. No, of course not really. What a mess that would be. Still, all my life, I remember children running up to him and with arms over their heads, waiting to be swooped up onto his hip, and shrieking to see the bird. In the last years… Continue reading Uncle Bird