Once upon a while ago (about three or four years) my mom ventured into the world of making sourdough as a healthier alternative to regular baking. This was my first introduction to the process and it was brief. I do remember making some delicious puffy pancakes from the excess starter. Important Fact: In order for … Continue reading Sourdough Stories
We all have at least one person in our life that try as we might, we cannot muster any affection for them. They rub us the wrong way. They embarrass us when we most want to impress. They show up when we are most tired and worn down. I have been begging God to help … Continue reading Love Is
Back an Alley My first significant encounter with the paradox of faith or stupidity came back an alley in the middle of the city. I was fifteen. My youth group had driven in minivans into the city and back the alley. We were going to a soup kitchen, our vans laden with potato ham casserole, … Continue reading Faith or Stupidity
I remember as a little girl, Wandering to the vacant lot in town, Stopping to pick the prettiest wildflowers, Then running them home to my mom, I don't remember what she said, But she kept them 'til they died, So, I know she must have liked them, And I knew, though flowers fade, Her love … Continue reading Flowers for Mom
. . . error is not a fault. It is an opportunity to learn.
Some call it tough love. "I feel like the big bad witch of the cloakroom!" I fume in stage whisper to my co-teacher. In establishing a new, fast-growing school, we have needed to find traditions and rules that are worth making and keeping. With half the school out at recess while the other half … Continue reading Bootlegging
Written October 2015 I step outside the school, under a soot-shaded sky seeping rain. I hear sirens for the third or fourth time today. I am unsettled but not scared. I haven't broken the law; so, the sirens are not coming for me. They represent the powers that be that keep me safe. I could … Continue reading Give Me This City