My family of four – me, my husband, our two sons (then 8 and 5) – is spread out across a pew, waiting for worship to begin. I flip through the pile of papers tucked inside the bulletin, skimming the announcements, while our youngest removes the rubber rings in the[Read more]
Tonight I had to perform minor surgery on our youngest son’s big toe. I’ll spare you the gory details, but share the drama, which resulted in me throwing up my hands and screaming “Trust me!” That is, hands-down, the most frustrating part of parenthood – my inability to snap my[Read more]
I’ve always loved ritual. Not sure I always knew that’s what it was – ritual – but I knew I loved rhythm and seasons and the familiar. New places and new experiences did not appeal to me as a child. Change made me nervous and surprises caused stress. I used[Read more]