When mustaches were all the rage
When I first met Jamie, my heart skipped a beat. I met him in the early 1980s, so mustaches were all the rage. Jamie had a mustache, and I thought…
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When tomorrow came, it was 2:30 in the morning
I wrote this when tomorrow came. For me, there’s a tomorrow I’ll never forget. The phone rang. I immediately picked up and heard my daughter Mandy's voice on the other…
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It still seems like yesterday so it’s not yet tomorrow
Grief is funny. I wrote this post about 6 months ago and the grief still lingers. I still seems like yesterday. This morning I woke up early. It’s not really…
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My heart wasn’t into it, and it showed—more parenting advice
A pet peeve of my mother’s was when I would do what she asked, but not with a heart for it. She chose me often to clean the bathroom because…
Stay close or you might lose your voice
Have you ever been scared? So scared that you couldn’t find your voice? I have! Many years ago, when I was a child, I got lost in the woods near…
Family dysfunction, a tangled web
Do you think family dysfunction is a new thing? I just finished reading the story of Abraham and Sarah. And while I've read their account many times, I'm still confounded…
Thankful for destiny
I want to take a moment and wish everyone in the USA a very Happy Thanksgiving. While we are living in Africa, and have been for almost 38 years, we…
Don’t stand like a professional when you need to kneel like an amateur
Have you ever felt like an amateur but posed as a professional? When I posted a professional marriage tip blog, I felt that way. As I was writing, I initially…
Born to leave
This is something I wrote 21 years ago this month. I am remembering the firstborn. And I am remembering that our children are born to leave. I watched my son…
Remember me
For a bit of background, this poem was written in June 2002 when I visited Finland with my mother. I am a first generation American, born to Finnish parents who…
