Grandma’s Quilt Mismatched pieces – a little of this and a little of that – tiny rectangles of blue lilacs, pale pink peonies, blood red paisleys, sunny yellow daisies floating in an orange sea Ribbons of rectangles hand-stitched together meticulously, methodically on the squeaky wooden frame stretching across the wide bedroom wall Thin white thread…… Continue reading Grandma’s Quilt
Because of New York’s expanded protection of abortion and the anniversary of Roe v. Wade, abortion has been in the news a lot this past week. That means my Facebook newsfeed has been filled with memes and articles and bumper sticker thoughts about abortion and life, about women’s choices and babies’ heartbeats. This week has…… Continue reading On Being Pro-Life & how that means a whole lot more to me than you may think
I grew up in the 70s and 80s. My preschool days were filled with old school Sesame Street. You know, back before that cheerful little Elmo came along. Back when Cookie Monster gobbled cookies shamelessly, without worrying about carbs or gluten. Also on my preschool must-see-TV list — Romper Room. And since I was a…… Continue reading Who Is My Neighbor?
She is a stone, a rock, formed by raging lava intended for evil destruction. Fiery, steamy, expansive boiling rising up to form solid rock. She is the fortress, the bulwark, the secure resting place, immovable, sure, steadfast. She is the foundation, the sure footing, bedrock from which to launch. She is leverage, her abiding…… Continue reading The Rock
The End Times. I have spent a lot of years submerged in evangelical Christian culture. I never actually wore a t-shirt that said, “Get right or get left,” but I saw them. I read the popular books about the End Times. As a teenager, I saw the movie that was designed to terrify everyone…… Continue reading Are You Letting Your Love Grow Cold?
Back in middle school, I read the book “The Hiding Place” about the ten Boom family. Corrie ten Boom and her family choose to be part of the Dutch Resistance during World War II. In a hidden room, behind a fake wall in their home, they harbored those people the Gestapo hunted. Historians estimate that…… Continue reading What Would I Have Done?
Normally, I don’t write poetry. I don’t consider myself a poet at all. But I asked my students to write poems last week, so I decided I would attempt one. For this one, I time-traveled a bit back to when my children were small. And in the spirit of practicing vulnerability, I’m sharing it here.…… Continue reading Six Is A Lot