Summer’s pull to let some things hang

They are gathering for Saturday breakfast in the back area of Panera Bread. This group of 10 or so are dressed in their church clothes; men wearing ties and most of the women are in dresses. Her hands were full as she held a plate in one hand and coffee in the other when another woman put her arms around her shoulders and whispered in her ear. The older woman...

Giving myself grace to linger

I tell myself it will wait. To linger a bit longer here where there is no office and the sunshine streams bright through the windows. The piped-in music is soft enough and generic enough to accompany and not conflict. A quiet tumble of voices nearby are speaking life and activity. Some are hurrying through and others lingering like me. I wonder what they are avoiding by the extra moments spent...

Squeaky wheels and birds in bushes

My father-in-law knew all the idioms that have become American Proverbs. The squeaky wheel gets oil. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Don’t cry over spilt milk. You have to know when to which. I didn’t always understand them or how they fit but he seemed to pull one out for every situation. Do you remember the father in My Big Fat Greek Wedding? Remember...

Delighting in the strength around me when I’m weak

Tell me the story simply, As to a little child, For I am weak and weary, And helpless and defiled. It isn’t the body that is weak but the spirit. Tired and weary as the old hymn says. Made weak from the news, real and fake, weak from uncertainty, and even weak from caring. But I take heart in the strength of Jesus. He puts others in my life to...

Do you use all the crayons in the box?

The Crayola box of 64 colors was my favorite. Suddenly, our choices weren’t limited to 8 or 16 or 24. A new box meant fresh crayons with no torn paper and sharp new points. They were in neat rows, all the same height in four sections of rainbows. There was even a sharpener on the back of the box. Bonus! Some of my crayons never lost their point because I...

When You’re Feeling Trapped by the Patterns

The drive from Irving to Waco gave us plenty of time to talk. We talk in circles, usually, starting at one point and ending far  from where we began. She and I are both firstborns and our conversation about life had me commenting that the only models for firstborns are adults. We take our cues from them. Our parents, grandparents… they are the ones who imprint our lives. They are our...

Where is the renewal of my soul?

How do you tell them you’re tired? That your smiles aren’t as real as they use to be? That, most days, you have to make yourself show up. This isn’t suppose to happen. Not to us, not to people who are the ones who hug you when you’ve come back after your last relapse. Not to people who are grace-givers and hope-peddlers. This isn’t suppose to happen. But it does....

On the days you just can’t

It’s been tossing back and forth in my mind for 2 months. I was going to be prepared this year. Ha! I thought the same thing last year but now, my third year, I would nail it. I’ve learned more and was taking advantage of the tools. But life started pressing in and the realization that I have a job. You know, the real kind that isn’t writing. The world...

My Undefined Obsession with Food (guest post)

“This will be the last time. I need it once more and then I’ll be OK. I know it costs too much, I know what it’s doing to me but I can’t take it…I have to have it today.” Did you think I was talking about drugs? Sex? No, sadly this daily conversation happens in my head on the way to the adorable coffee shop next to my work. I’ve...

In which we all need an imperfect nook

    Our dwelling places have been designed with a bunch of rooms and each set of four walls serves a specific purpose. Kitchen, living room, bedroom, bathroom. Yeah, we know that. Yet every home is filled with unexpected nooks and crannies, too. And, most likely, one of those little corners has become your very own sweet haven. It may not have dawned on you ’til right now. But if...