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When Joe and I met, he had Star Wars toys. He was only a kid….he was twenty years old! He loved those plastic pieces of childhood memory. He outgrew the toys and instead loved to buy guns. I hated guns so we had a lot of arguments over them, but he kept them out of…

Starting at their births, my husband sang to our children every.single.night. He had a special song for each child…. For Josiah: “Baby, baby, baby child…baby child my own…close those big, blue eyes of yours and sleep for just awhile.” For Anya: “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are…

Thursday, Nov. 3, I woke at 4 a.m. to the sounds of my husband dying. It was completely unexpected. He had been having “heart burn” for the last few weeks but the EKG in his doctor’s office showed nothing. He had made an appointment with the heart specialist for the afternoon of the day he…

Because I’m a blogger for beliefenet.com I was one of the lucky ones who received a copy of Donna Johnson’s memoir, Holy Ghost Girl, months before it was released. It will be available in bookstores tomorrow: October 13! When it arrived in the mail I was drawn by the cover and title, and, once I…

Me: “Is it bad that the high point of my day was having hot, delicious fresh McDonald french fries at WalMart while I waited for the auto department to change the oil in the van?” Joe: “What kind of oil did they use?” Me: “Umm….I have no idea.” Joe: “They’re suppose to tell you.” Me:…

I just found out that Steve Jobs, Apple CEO,  has passed away. When I saw this quote of his, I was reminded of a story…. Back in our church days it was easy to get caught up in filling the areas of service that had always been filled. One year my husband filled the empty…

You know what makes me happy? Garden tilling makes me happy. I relish the power of pushing a piece of heavy machinery through hard-packed soil and sod, breaking it up and making it crumbly and black. I yell, “TAWANDA!” in memory of my favorite scene of “Fried Green Tomatoes” and I feel powerful and expansive.…

It’s 7:30 a.m., I have a major sinus headache, and yet I jolt with the sudden urge to climb up on a child’s loft bed and hammer itty bitty nails in the exact right spots so that the 8X10 photographs of Anya–years one through nine–hang in a perfect line. Before doing this I had to…

I woke this morning feeling a bit disoriented and irritable. My mind raced to try to figure out “what was wrong?” Was I upset about something? Did I have something planned for the day that I didn’t want to do? Was I unfulfilled by my life? Was I guilty or ashamed about something?  It seems…

As my husband drove off for jury duty this morning, seventeen-year-old memories of my time as a juror assaulted me. I was twenty-three years old and a new school teacher. I was concerned about leaving my classroom in the care of a substitute teacher, but the judge wasn’t overly concerned about such a thing.  He…
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