Getting Angry at God for Easter

Getting Angry at God for Easter

There are moments when a mother looks at her child and thinks, “I messed up here.” The subject of God is one of them. God has always been quite good to me. I grew up in a community where everyone truly lived out the meaning of that word. No person suffered...

Low on Wood (That’s What She Said)

I look at the pile. Dwindling. I have one more day. I’m obsessing. Must…get…more…wood. My husband said, “Let it burn out. It’s the end of March.” That’s not how I roll. Years in restaurants—I stock and rotate. Years in teaching—I plan weeks ahead. I’ll be out of wood...

The Smudged Star

New Year’s is time to pack up the tree. I remove each ornament and ponder its significance as I gently wrap it and put it in its special box. Except for the generic balls and fillers, each has a very special meaning–the power to make me travel to a time...