Able Hands

“Agh!” she shouted. “Now my favorite pair of shoes is RUINED!” I looked up as she thrust her green plastic high-heeled dress up shoe at me, its pink pompom blowing as she let out an exasperated sigh. “Hold on, sweetie. Let me see.”...

Recognition

On a cold Saturday morning, my little family joined my larger church family for a worship gathering on the land God recently allowed us to purchase.  It was special in a lot of ways, not the least of which being that my daughter was able to stay with us as we...

Homeward Bound

I’m linking up today with 5-Minute Friday, hosted by the fabulous Lisa-Jo Baker.  It’s a challenge to write for 5 minutes and 5 minutes only, solely for the sake of writing.  Not for perfection.  Not for impact.  Not for anything but the love of writing.  Today’s...

In The Child

My dad has always had the crazy ability to dance his eyebrows up and down and all around.  He can raise one…raise the other…raise both and then roll them like the waves.  It’s funny and fascinating and maybe a little bit creepy.  I love it. When I...

Frameworthy

It had bothered her for years.  The spot on the wall, a fist-sized crescent, the sole remaining reminder of a particularly bad episode of panic.  When she closed her eyes, she remembered it well: the anger, the tears, the pain when her fist met the wall.  At the base...