After a decade

After a decade

Ten years ago this month, we loaded a U-Haul and drove down to Knoxville from the Fort. We closed on our first house on Tuesday. Company arrived on Thursday. The best company: Professor Pless, who preached Derek’s ordination sermon. Our wonderful friends and...
Dark thoughts with light at the end of the tunnel

Dark thoughts with light at the end of the tunnel

I fully expected my father to chastise me either publicly or privately for a section of my last post, specifically the part about understanding objectively that Jesus died for all, but, reflecting on the moment of terror when the car was upon me, having devilish...
Convention time

Convention time

It sucks without Derek here. My mom hates that word, and I hesitated to use it here because she reads my blog, but the truth is when he’s gone it’s like the bad word. Nothing is the same. We try to do fun stuff, like going out with friends for dinner at...

What is wanted, what is needed

My last post was gushy, perhaps annoyingly so. The river! Great life! Sweet husband! Everything is beautiful! That’s all true and real and worth documenting. But before that was this: a long, miserable period in which I sat around and prayed for something I...
Luther country and beyond

Luther country and beyond

We’re somewhere in the European sky, drinking Champagne on the flight home from Paris (having just finished the last raspberry macaroon, which I’m already missing desperately). I’m listening to Bach “Variations Goldberg” as I type, and...