With Fear and Trembling

With Fear and Trembling

My daughter loves the old Looney Tunes cartoons. She first saw them at her Grandma’s house, and excitedly told me all about Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck as if they were brand new to her generation. Her latest Looney discoveries are Wile E. Coyote and the...
Running On Empty

Running On Empty

It was a little after 10:00 on a Friday when I drifted into the station. I say “drifted” because it seems like the best word for the action that accompanies the proverbial “running on fumes.” My gas tank was empty – as in, the little red arrow was already below the...
The Sting of Memory

The Sting of Memory

The human memory is a funny thing. We can’t remember where we put our keys or the name of that lady who sits in the next row at church every week, but random moments from our past are burned into our memory banks and never leave. Those memories might be...
Because It’s Not A Solo Flight

Because It’s Not A Solo Flight

Over the past week or so, I have spent several hours sitting on the floor of my home office begging God to wreck me. As I flipped through albums and shuffled through a trinket box of receipts and notes and random papers chronicling my semester abroad in college, I...
On Walking Together

On Walking Together

It was beautiful, really, once I really looked at what I was seeing. I had stopped at a crosswalk to let an older couple cross the street. Arms linked, steps in sync, both moving slowly toward the restaurant. Neither walked effortlessly, and admittedly, their unsteady...
For When You Need To Be Seen

For When You Need To Be Seen

It was almost 9:00 at night, and I was just then able to think about supper for myself. As I pulled the cheese toast from the oven, its American-cheesiness making my stomach growl, I thought, “I should take a picture of this.” So I did. I intended to post...

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