In Focus

On the radio this morning I heard a story about a new camera going on the market. It clips onto your lapel or shirt or purse or whatever, and automatically takes a picture every 30 seconds for two solid days. That’s 4,000 snapshots of your life captured on film,...

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...

Within View

For the tenth time that morning, I pulled my glasses from my face, snuck the edge of my shirt up just a little, and wiped the lenses.  The smudges always seemed to come from nowhere.  Try as I may to keep from touching anything but the frames, the smears and...

Clouds Overhead

Her escape from her dorm room was like an escape from prison. She had been working…striving…slaving over work that was immensely important and yet completely pointless all at once. She knew if she stayed inside a minute longer she would suffocate. And so...

Knowing the Writer

My husband is my best friend. We have been married for upwards of seven years (!), and with every day that passes I become more aware of God’s hand at work in bringing us together. Our love story is a special one, and recounting the earliest days of our...

Overshadowed

As I drove out of the parking lot, something seemed wrong.  I didn’t quite feel right somehow, though I didn’t know why.  I headed toward the jewelry store, where I planned to sell some old neglected pieces of silver from the bottom of my jewelry box.  As...

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