People are so hard to work with. There are always disagreements. There are always hurts. There are always frustrations. It’s a painful business! Every church or group that I’ve been involved with has produced the same outcome. Joy and pain. Both. They are interlocking. It’s impossible to have one without the other. Pain-filled, difficult people fill our…
She asks the question and I want to hide. Why ask me? The childless mother? “What is the most important character trait to instill in my children?” She must see that look—the flicker of fear and inadequacy because her hand is on my arm. “Tasha,” she says, her gaze unflinching, “I’m right in the middle of…
We went to town that night, in search of a new pair of sneakers. His old ones were wore right through. I was exhausted but wide-awake. My body flip-flopping between anxious stomach-wrenching questions and calm reassuring promises. It had been quite the week. Two funerals, a lot of thoughts, mourning a failed adoption, migraine headaches. He…
“So you train pilots to do mountain flying?” the men questioned. They had stopped by the office on a whim. Ben, a pilot who is working on his instrument rating, happened to walk through and stopped to chat with them. We all heard about Ben’s response. How he confidently and boldly explained that they don’t…
I was twelve years old when we packed our bags and moved south. Way south, to Florida– with palm trees, palmetto bushes, humidity, and fire ants. It was the first time I can remember screaming at my mother. I told her I hated it. I wanted to go home to Alaska. The long and short of her answer? This…
We walked into the store and settled the little ones in a booth. Sunday morning had dawned early so we packed up the three-year-old and ten-year-old and went into town for breakfast. It was too late when I saw him, walking toward us with lollipops held out. “For the kids,” he said, his mussed gray…
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