It’s that time of year again. The leaves are crunching under my feet, the mums are blooming, and the skeletons are coming out. I can feel the edges of grief tugging at me. Memories of desperate prayers, resignation, loss, and failure are creeping in with the ghosts being hung in store windows. This excerpt from Our Broken Hallelujahs recounts a […]
I thought a student said, “My Mom’s Hand” as a title. He actually said, “My Mom’s Ham,” but if I’d heard him right, this post wouldn’t exist. When I was erasing the board after class, the title caught my attention. My mom’s hand… Over the years her hands have washed me, been run through my hair, wrote notes and cards, folded […]
I am in this weird place of trying to be fit and healthy but still appreciate the body and the beauty of exactly where I am.
I never acquired the taste for coffee. I know this sounds like insanity to all my joyfully caffeinated friends. In fact, a few may have stopped reading after that first sentence. Because I am not a coffee drinker, I don’t have a single hot beverage on most days. This is why Thursday was so unique. I had not just one, but three cups […]
I know you see it-the shirt just in front of the hamper. Although finding a piece of clothing on the floor next to the hamper is a daily occurrence, in the moment, I was struck by how that shirt looks similar to so much of my life. The laundry almost makes it IN the laundry basket; my house is almost as clean […]
The first day of school was rough. No one talked to my son at lunch or at the outside free time. The bus driver yelled at him because he accidentally got off at the wrong stop coming home and had to get back on. It was not what I had hoped for my child. My heart hurt for him.
So, when he told me about the best part of his day, I was so grateful.
Whether you are going 13.1 miles or surviving a marathon of daily tasks, look for the lessons you can learn along the way.