Knocking on My Own Door
Meet my old friend Marianne. I found her at a flea market back when we lived in France and named her Marianne, after the beautiful woman you see all over France- on French stamps and as busts in town halls, reminding everyone of liberty and equality and fraternity. I...
Big Questions at the Cafeteria
When I met one of my second grade friends for lunch at her school today, I knew we’d have a really fun time- and we sure did! I figured we’d get to know each other better, that she’d introduce me to her friends and tell me all about her school, and...
Stranger Conversations
Something slightly wacko happened to me in the ladies’ room at the mall last Friday. I had just exited my stall and was standing at the sink washing my hands when a lady looking into the mirror beside me said VERY LOUDLY, “Ain’t no way I’m...
Come On Over to the Dark Side of Christmas
I probably shouldn’t admit this, but lately I live for the moment each day when I turn down my street and see my neighbor’s inflatable Santa face down in the grass, his pack crumpled as if he’s been robbed, his legs twisted as if a rogue reindeer...
A Christmas Letter from Bethlehem
Written your Christmas letter yet? I’ve written one this year- the first in at least 20 years or so, but it’s not really from me this time around. A month or so ago, my minister friend and colleague Matt asked a few of us to write holiday letters as if we...Get Becky’s New Book
