My middle child

My middle child

Sometimes I think Sophia is a microcosm of the human race. Witness this note I found in her Easter basket while cleaning today and its trajectory. 1. Jesus! Easter! Hooray! 2. Even though I want a dog, clearly he would cost me my candy so I don’t really want a...
Three things I learned this weekend

Three things I learned this weekend

If you ask me, the notion that being a pastor’s wife is some big fat deal often strays into very self-absorbed territory.” –Anonymous pastor’s wife Friday afternoon I kissed my family goodbye and drove off through beautiful eastern and middle...
Easter 2015 and other things

Easter 2015 and other things

My Facebook feed is full of Easter 2015 pictures of lovely families in their spring best. They’re all so adorable. Every year I wonder how pastor’s families manage to get Easter pictures. Our family is never in the same place at the same moment, and we...
Where the sidewalk ends

Where the sidewalk ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the...
Don’t let the bed bugs bite

Don’t let the bed bugs bite

I’ve been a sleepwalker since I was a kid, most notably in sixth grade when my best friend Malfrid moved back to Norway, and I sleptwalked up the street to her apartment building and sobbed on her landing because the door was locked and she was gone, and back...