On Life & Laughter

  Sometimes this northsider escapes to the south hill’s Manito Park... alone in my car, latte in hand, sunshine’s warmth on my left, duck po...

This place. If you knew what it speaks every time my gaze hits these blue chairs. This place, these chairs, simple potted plants... • They s...

Our feelings about the holiday season can be complicated. Shaped by childhood memories, tradition, and beliefs, tempered by joys and sorro...

From today's Facebook post... Before he became The Hubs, and I, his well-meaning wife, there was this moment... Thirty-six...

'Tis a week before Christmas And all through the house Not a creature is stirring Except Mrs. Mouse The stockings aren't hu...

When the Hubs walks in from the yard and takes my hand with a gentle, "Come on. I've got to show you something." And I see ou...

It had already been an emotional morning -- revisiting another grief, decades old. But isn't that the way of grief? Sneaking into ordin...

At an event this Saturday night, we were reminiscing with a hometown friend about the haunted house we'd grown up attending, Hagel'...

It came to me in a sun-soaked moment while contemplating the pages of another's story... Learning the posture of hands held open - re...

Hear me, Lord, and answer me,     for I am poor and needy. ~ Psalm 86:1 Monday: As the birds chatter away in the midday sun, I find a ...

Sometimes the ache on the inside  steals my breath and grinds my insides Really? Again?  Can't this - peopling -  ever be simpl...

Do you have anyone in your life who seems to just be able to read  you? The one who, no matter how "fine" you answer the "ho...

When your need for Jesus' sacrifice on your behalf  is so evident that you can hardly get your stiff neck  to turn to the cross...tha...

So many days are not tidy. So many circumstances just won’t be tidied, not any time soon, anyway. Part of me is ok w...