I didn't really realize my father's role in my life until I was at least 22. (Sorry it took so long, Dad!) It was so everyday, so simple oftentimes, that I took it for granted. But, the everyday things matter because it's the everyday things that mean that, all tolled, I was and am cared… Continue reading A Daughter’s Ode to Fathers
Some months ago, I had a bout of depression. Only I didn’t fully realize it until the bout was fully over. I had had some stresses and disappointments fall into my lap as the fall season settled in and the days got shorter and darker and colder (which never helps when it comes to matters… Continue reading From the Other Side
I've heard it said that generally what homeless people essentially long for is for someone to care about them. To look them in the eye, learn their name, and ask about their day -- that kind of thing. And I've agreed with that in theory. But today I agree with that in practice. Because today I met… Continue reading Hey. Thanks For Caring.
As a writer and as a person, I like stories. I don't really like conflict and controversy and issues. So here's some stories about an issue that's been on my mind lately. Scene One. I was recently tasked with drafting a list of 25-75 "Christian thought and culture leaders" to invite to a film screening. Think worship &… Continue reading Where Are All the Women?
My first job ever was working at a local YMCA's summer day camp, supervising unruly children day after day. One day, I was called into my boss's office and issued a warning because a kid in my class had been briefly "missing" (he had run off to the bathroom without telling anyone -- totally not… Continue reading A Dream Journal