In the Waiting, I Sing
That’s why stories hit children so hard.
“All grown-ups were once children. But only few of them remember it.”
These exchanges are, in my experience, among the most animated, delight-ridden; for a moment, a spirit of childlike wonder reawakens inside us as we remember what it was like to experience the story for the first time.
I Cracked the Grandma Code with Chocolate and Rice Balls
When at first someone politely declines your chocolate or tea, try, try again—but sneakier.
Grief and Gratitude
For a year, I’ve kept my phone with me at all times (and even started sleeping with it under my pillow) so that I wouldn’t miss this call.
My Complicated History with Mice
I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been hoping that Cora, the mousetrap queen, would be able to take care of this.
The Morning Glare
Do you feel it? It’s blinding.
Echoes and Afterimages
I wish I didn’t have to wait months at a time to see Hannah. I wish I could have been there to congratulate Katherine on the baby. I wish I could be in two places at once: my church and house church with Luke and Lauren.
Thank You, Creston Church
Faithful for a hundred years, faithful to me, faithful beyond me.
A Meandering Spirit
It was a relief to set aside my to-do list to just be.
Confession of a Slighted Author
I saw all that blank space the first time and went, “Where the hell are the rest of my words?”
