Water for Charlotte

Water for Charlotte

If you’ve been following the news, I wonder if you’re sad and angry like I am about the killing of Keith Lamont Scott by police in Charlotte and concerned for the community there, for the protestors marching, the police officers trying to keep the peace, the people...
Childhood, Unboxed, with a Side of Skittles

Childhood, Unboxed, with a Side of Skittles

After church on Sunday, I drove to Raleigh to see my parents. The three of us had such a nice time doing Skaggs-ish things, talking about how hilarious and delightful all the children related to us are, retelling old stories that we know by heart, working puzzles in...
A Talking Stick Speaks Out. Kind of.

A Talking Stick Speaks Out. Kind of.

It was just a stick that had fallen out of a neighbor’s tree and now it laid on their finely manicured lawn, but as I passed it on my morning walk, day after day after day, I found myself giving this stick way more thought and attention than seems normal or sane...
Notes from a Traveling Team of Six Year Old Professors

Notes from a Traveling Team of Six Year Old Professors

Silly me, I thought I had a lot to show our newest first graders. I thought a short little field trip to my office before Sunday school started might be just the thing to put them at ease, to help them get more comfortable with hanging out with me before I officially...
Hush Up, You Bells

Hush Up, You Bells

She said it in a serious meeting, so I couldn’t clap my hands or laugh at the wonder and beauty of it out loud. We were talking about death, for goodness sake. We sat around a conference table, discussing a sort of gentle rubric, a structure Kendra had lovingly...
Beware of Gifts After Midnight

Beware of Gifts After Midnight

Don’t let this cute kitten face fool you. This is the same creature who hopped onto my bed at 3:42 am Saturday night and brought me a present fresh from the backyard, still alive and wriggling in her mouth! Maybe she felt sorry for me, abandoned for the weekend...