I did what needed to be done
I had a dream last night. So vivid that I knew it was real until I woke up. When I did, I thought, "Oh, it was only a dream." I…
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No more laundry: a journey in grief
I wasn't expecting this memory to come up today. It's been eleven years since my brother, Matthew, passed away. In the past few weeks, I've been thinking about Matthew. While…
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Professional marriage tip, when you get to know someone
I mentioned in a recent post that in July last year (2024), we celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary. That's a lot of time to get to know someone and become…
It had to be done, when I was overwhelmed
I remember when I held my firstborn for the first time. It was an overwhelming feeling. I was afraid to lift him for fear of doing something wrong. Shortly after…
I baked a cake today
The following poem, I baked a cake today, was written in 2009. I wrote it for our daughter Mandy when we celebrated one of her last birthdays in Africa. How…
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…
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…
