A Tale of Three Rocks…

A Tale of Three Rocks…

    Last month I returned from Germany with precious cargo: three rocks To siphon memory and draw inspiration, I stacked them on the counter when I began to write this , and that’s exactly what my husband and son saw when they walked into the house that...

Just a Little Tea/Pot

Just a Little Tea/Pot

I'm out of breath riding backwards on a train sitting across from an Asian student who doesn't speak English but who does speak German.  She's working on an exam of some sort, using a pencil and block eraser and painting her words beautiful, none of which I can...

The art of listening

The art of listening

It's something I've told my children since before they could fully understand what it meant: God gave you two ears and one mouth so you could listen twice as much as you speak.  (So you should listen twice as much as you speak…?) I'd do well to follow the same...

…open a new door…!

…open a new door…!

Oh, hai there internet people, long time no see. Well, I have reasons, lovies, and good ones. I've kinda-sorta been occupied, some reasons to which I've alluded online, but mostly not.  For an over-sharer who lives with private people, I imagine they're probably...

The Seeker and the Miracle

The Seeker and the Miracle

There was this time when my faith was in crisis, when I questioned if I had ever truly believed what I had professed for as long as I could remember. It was a defining, depressing, dark and desperate season.  And it was painfully lonely. If a person could be born a...

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