After a certain length of time, most happily-married couples are asked questions. Usually it’s around the time of a wedding shower for a friend, or a Valentine’s banquet at church, or something of that sort. And usually, the questions are some variation of: “What do you do to keep your marriage so alive?” For…
I was sixteen that year, finished with high school and praying, “God, what should I do with my life?” It was a natural progression. God had shown up when I was twelve and by the time I was thirteen, I had been dipped down, down into the baptismal waters. Now three years had pasted in quietness and my…
Faith as small as a mustard seed can move mountains. That’s what the Bible says. That’s what truth is. Yet, I balk. I tremble. I pull back sharp and hard and hide in fear. I have no faith. Not really. I tell myself. — Standing around before lunch we talk about what the excavator needs. This…
Sometimes life feels like a sucker-punch to the gut. The moment when air rushes out and doesn’t come back fast enough, when I’m unable to speak, to think, to move. I lean in close to the Body. I whisper the story, quiet and pain-filled. It is Delite Lago who answers, our lifetime friendship laying the…
“Beware of Helen,” the girl who was training me said. “She has Alzheimer’s and can be very difficult at times. She’s been known to throw things, chase workers out of her room and scream obscenities at anyone and everyone. ” I nodded and scribbled a note on my paper. Despite her warning, my first week at the…
I always loved Sunday mornings. Up early, my hair pinned and primped with frizz tamed. Long skirts that flowed around my ankles or knee-length ones, paired with colored tights and high heels. It was often the only day of the week that I wore makeup, not overly done but a bit of eyeliner and face…
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