Good Words for a Monday

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  A prayer we prayed (I don’t know where it’s from) on our church’s Epiphany Retreat this past weekend . . .   Turn your face toward us, O God In love, love us with justice, shape us with fire, renew us Turn your face toward us, O God With longing, call us. With redemption, [Read More...]

I’m Back. And I have a post up at Deeper Family. Also, hi.

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  Hi. It feels a little strange to sit here writing something out to say to you. I spent the past month resting from this blog. I spent the month finishing final details for my book before it goes to the printer. I spent the past month buying Christmas presents, wrapping them, baking cookies, packing [Read More...]

Our hearts are stone and flesh, all at the same time

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Yesterday morning, while our sickish boys were playing with their dad on the carpet of our living room, building Lincoln Log garages for their cars, August suddenly became Concerned. He was standing in his pjs and his little brother was walking past him en route to some other task, when August turned to him with [Read More...]

She writes a post about her hair.

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Listen, I woke up last spring with a wave in my hair. You may not understand the full gravity of this reality. So let me explain. I come from the plains. From people who have very little heritage. We don’t say: “We’re German,” the way my husband’s family does. We don’t say anything. We’re from [Read More...]

Not the same…

August and a friend climbing a hill in the middle of the city

When August was four months old, the Phillies won the World Series. The Phils had won once before, in October of 1980, when my husband was four months old. Chris spent his childhood in love with the Philadelphia Phillies. And he went into his adult Philadelphia fandom with great commitment. So, of course, baby August [Read More...]

Downhill: The Miracle and the Standing Still

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I feel the dark sadness press in like a dam has broken, an internal stopper lifted so the water flows downstream, straight where it wants to go. All my efforts against it are like shakey, rickety barriers, sticks I once lay in hopes of keeping it all contained. It’s a virus that undoes me: Germs [Read More...]


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