Poem-a-Day Friday: Mark Strand

This is how it happens: You grieve the news that you will leave your home. You grieve it from afar and then you speak it. You speak it to the people in your world. You speak it with care and with sincerity. You say it over and over and you start to believe: This is [Read More...]

What sharpens our vision, our calling?

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This weekend while visiting my family in Amarillo, I had a conversation with a friend of my sister in law while our little boys played in my parents’ front yard. She was asking about how I started writing this blog and my response (about ministry and moving and discerning what I most valued and most [Read More...]

Marriage and the Easy Yoke

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“Are you so pissed at your husband for making you move?” The stylist’s fingers were moving quick through my hair, applying white and blue chemicals, in effort to sustain my vain pursuit of the blonde strands I grew out of 15 years ago. I’d been explaining about our coming move, how this would be my [Read More...]

Waiting

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I wait for the Lord; my soul waits for him; in his word is my hope. Psalm 92:4   I wait alone in my room, my hands open, arms raised. I wait in silence while my husband and boys read books in the other room. “Brooksie, where is August’s nose?” I hear Chris say. “Do you [Read More...]

Of course we can’t have it all. (But still we can flourish.)

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I’m sure you probably read this month’s featured article in the Atlantic. If you haven’t, read it here, and then read all 18 gazillion responses to it around the web. (Or, if you’d rather, just a couple of them here and here.) If you are a woman or a man who loves a woman, or a [Read More...]

The Slow Work of Foundation-Making

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  Cat and me and a few of the girls we love Two weeks ago, while we were in Philadelphia, my friend Cat picked me up from my mother-in-law’s and we drove through the 5 o’clock traffic to Radnor High School’s graduation. Cat and I were not related to any kid in any graduation robe. [Read More...]


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