For a day when…

You arrive at church 30 minutes late and take another 30 to lower your raised blood pressure. When you blame your husband for the family’s problem of time and he rolls his eyes because he knows the truth. You had such plans, such plans! To write and work and finally put away the Christmas decorations. [Read More...]

Because I love Jesus so much…

We’re talking about Christmas songs at the lunch table. I say, “My favorite song is ‘Silent Night’. I like to sing it when it’s Christmas Eve and the church is dark except for all the candles glowing in every person’s hands.” “I don’t like that song.” My three-year-old says. “But it’s really beautiful.” “Hmmmm.” He [Read More...]

To my Mary icon, in preparation for Advent

Theotokos of Vladimir

Mary, you’re always sad, looking at me from the corner of my desk, your son with his arms wrapped around your neck, his fingers spread and grasping your skin, his face pressed up to your cheek. You are always sad and he is always concerned. Look how he hugs you, one tiny pre-Renaissance-little-man-hand caressing your [Read More...]

Snow piled

We wake up to snow piled on the outdoor table, still parked where it sat all summer. We were not prepared for this: two inches stuck on green leaves, quivering out of concerned trees. They weren’t prepared either. “Mama, does this mean it’s almost Christmas?” my boy asks in his pajamas and I shake my [Read More...]

Just a Stay at Home Mom (how liberation frees me to love my non-job)

We interrupt our regularly scheduled Thankful Tuesday to bring you my most recent guest post at Her.meneutics (the women’s blog for Christianity Today.)  I am a product of the Second Wave Feminism of the 60s. By the time I was a child in the 80s, movies were full of women in shoulder-padded jackets at their corporate desks. [Read More...]

Just Write: The Miracle

happy baby

You’re up at 5 am. They call this “sleeping through the night.” I groan and meet you in our secret place: dark room, soft carpet, a rocking chair in the corner. The glow of nightlight feels sacred when I’m here, like I’ve been roused from my sleep for some holy appearing, a light leaking, heaven-glow. [Read More...]


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