Laughing with You!
“Someone needs to take out the trash. I can smell it from here.” Our daughter, the prima donna, diva ballerina shouted from the stairs as she rounded the corner to grab her bagel breakfast before heading off to high school. Claiming an extremely sensitive sense ... “Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Jesus.” The whispered phrase, repeated like a Gregorian chant as John leaned back against the bathroom wall submitting to my husband’s lifting of one foot, then the other. The immediate goal, get him into a clean ... We’ve heard about her, sewing late into the night by a lamp that does not go out, gorgeous toned arms planting a vineyard, a prominent husband, self-designed purple clothing, and children that get up in the morning and praise her. All of that sounds like an unattainable ... She lost all her memory White Pine, Red Cedar A reflection on taking our first son to college With inspiration from Pilgrims’ Hymn by Stephen Paulus My mother said, “He was a pew marker.” College visits come, a prerequisite to growing up, For the people building of Church of the Resurrection, Wheaton, Illinois, who wrote their names and verses of hope on the concrete floor of the old Alcoa building before it was converted into a glorious worship space. Faceless Saints It was a perfect June night to launch a novel. Full guest list – check. Plenty of books – check. Fancy pen – check Flowers, music, opera cakes and BUZZZZ. After months of planning, my baby was ready to be delivered into the hands of her new parents and they were waiting at the window. ... I’m three years and counting into the development of my first novel. Today I found myself laughing out loud at the sheer insanity of time invested with little promise of a future, short of Jeremiah 29:11. Everyone in America is writing a novel and very few are getting published the traditional ...
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Gratitude to the End
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Is the Proverbs 31 Woman for Real?
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She Lost All Her Memory
in drops of
misplaced keys
forgotten bills
a disconnected phone.
Her makeup grew heavy.
Pristine eyeliner,
now charcoal cakes
stacked on summer tan base,
claret jacket, mauve sweater out of season.
“You’ll need ...
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Christmas Lights
Evergreen
decked in strands of web
separated by wind
ushering in winter.
Once summer’s home
to spider’s fare
of fly and flea
now flown
and barren
blown down,
a single hair
of hoarfrost
catching ...
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Hoosier Red
Indiana University Orientation
A hot weekend in roasted granite
wandering the ivory tower of
Southern Indiana red. Hoosier Red.
Red faces with beads of sweat streaming down
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An Easter Sonnet
Yes, even before we call on your name
Lord, you meet us. Before we humbly ask,
In a single branch of Jesse you came,
Offering life which darkness cannot mask.
Unceasing ...
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Pew Marker, A Tribute to William E. Gahlberg
Colorful, broad-jacketed shoulders marked the spot,
twelve rows back, a Sunday regular, always early,
always eager, waiting for the word of God.
“In the beginning was the word.”
God’s word, his marker.
Informing life, ...
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Bluebonnet Girl
while garden tea parties fade as seasons extinguish
alongside summer camps, baby ballet slippers, reading logs, and AP tests.
The future is wide open on
I-35 north.
Open handed sky, arching this
Texas highway with
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Faceless Saints
In black ...
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Trial by Book Launch
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The Glory of Revising (in Community)
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