In my last year of teaching, I knew it was my last year of teaching, at least for a time. I didn't know it in a calculated reasonable way. I didn't know that I knew, but with that ever elusive sixth sense, I knew, “I am leaving here. My time is limited. This will soon … Continue reading Our Sense of Time and Place
The lie binds humanity together from Eve to me. It binds those who believe it by crippling their perspective of themselves, their world, and their God. Had someone asked me a year ago, “Do you believe this lie?” I would have said, “No,” in the wounded tone of one who has been perceived unjustly. But … Continue reading The Lie That Binds
I had a conversation yesterday that blessed me immensely and I hope it blesses you. It includes two boys whom I will call Adam (8) and Matt (6). Me: Good morning Boys: Good morning Adam: I like your dress. It's pretty. Me: (looking down at my dress, laughing because everyone says that about this yellow … Continue reading He Said
Over the years, I have occasionally written prayers that are poetry. I'll be posting these on occasion.
She sat on the bridge rail Made of field stones, I sat on a mossy rock below Feet immersed in the ice Of May water running from Last month's snow, Watching it fall and chuckle Over moss coated rocks. diamond & emerald Something about the water Washes away stresses That never really mattered. sand & … Continue reading Like a River Glorious
My thumbs might appear to be red, but they are actually green. All three of my grandmothers still garden. One raises her own produce patch from seeds, keeping the seedlings inside, until the snow melts. Another grows beautiful rows of flashy petunias, stately gladiolas, and vegetables for fresh eating. The third, rearranges her perennial grasses, … Continue reading How I Killed My Succulent