I Love Sick Days

I know that I’m not supposed to enjoy them. But I do. I love everything about them…except the laundry involved. I get to under-commit. When people ask me to come out, I have a socially acceptable reason to hole up with my little people. No makeup. No matching clothing. No, we can’t come over. No,…

I’m not ignoring you.

This is an open letter to you. When I smile and wave from across the room but don’t walk over, it’s not because I don’t want to talk to you. When I ask how you’re doing and listen to your response while still moving forward, it’s not that I don’t care to hear the answer….

A Flat Air Mattress and a Single, White Plate

We finally took the plunge and bought a foam mattress. After letting the kids camp out on the old mattress for a night, we asked our church to see if there were any families in need. Less than three minutes later, yes, three, we had an opportunity to be community to a couple who had nothing. Actually, when…

I want to live!

There are some dry bones in my life right now. Relationships aren’t what they once were. Illness abounds. Time is short. Patience is shorter. Love isn’t the prevailing sentiment of our time and place. I could continue, and you could add to the list. But instead, I am going to call in a favor and seek…