Springsteen and Our Broken Thanksgiving

Springsteen and Our Broken Thanksgiving

Last night we drove home from Raleigh in the darkness, and as I sat there, squeezed in between my husband and middle child in the front seat of Todd’s truck, trying to figure out where to put my legs, I listened to the poetry Springsteen was singing from the...
The Day This Mama Lost Her Cool

The Day This Mama Lost Her Cool

I like to think that I’m a pretty patient mama. Or maybe after launching two grown children into the world (yes, I know one is still in my basement) I’m too worn down and tired to put up much of a fuss about anything. So why was my eighteen year old son...
The Room of Requirement- Be There or Be Square

The Room of Requirement- Be There or Be Square

Remember the Room of Requirement? No? Don’t feel bad. Neither did forty some children gathered around me for my Children’s Sermon Sunday, causing my whole message to go haywire! Because I’m trying to become a person who chuckles at her mistakes...
One Reason I’m Grieving that I’m Ashamed to Admit

One Reason I’m Grieving that I’m Ashamed to Admit

Well. When last I left my blog, I was bouncing in my office chair, gushing about Sam’s first vote and the joy of witnessing kindness at the polls. My spirit was buoyed by white shirts and pantsuits, I Voted stickers and a Facebook feed full of post-voting...