{Fly Away From Me: On Children}

I woke up this morning, the sun creeping in earlier than I wanted.  Coming out of my dreams, I felt grief wash over my body, sore from running daily; I felt the years wash over me physically.  And fear. I am afraid for all the time—lost.  Gone. My children are almost grownup into people, yet…

Faith Transforms Me, Sometimes.

My motto these days is to do the next thing — what’s straight ahead of me.  In life, in faith, in parenting. The next home task, the next creative project, the next scriptural study challenge — I choose to do this because I don’t know what else to do.  So I do the next thing. …

I was in Love…with Vodka, Wine and Gin

On the eve of my birth week, I want to take a moment to remember where I have come from, now that I am three plus years sober.    While purging and organizing books this week I came across a little orange index card that I wrote to myself while I was working hard at accepting my…