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Four Ways to (Politely) Pummel Harmony
As I continue my focus on the word “harmony” in 2013, I’ve been thinking about behaviors that look like harmony-producers but in reality are harmony-busters. They seem innocuous enough, perhaps even...
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The Exquisite Ache of Mothering
Welcome to the world! These are things I ask myself: Why does a woman long for motherhood? Just what is the irresistible draw? Is it the desire to bring a child into the security of a warm circle of...
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How would you finish this sentence?
I know I’m not the only one who sometimes imagines how I would respond if I could have a “do over”. I stew about past mistakes and think about what it would be like to have a fresh start. It can be...
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The Folly of a Change of Fonts
Go ahead. Try any font. From my point of view, it doesn’t matter. The shape of the letters that form the word July, the angles of the number 17 – these are harsh and unnecessary. Even cruel. Every year...
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If you want a stable relationship, get a horse
We laugh at that because it rings true. Sometimes we can feel like the only place to find a “stable” relationship is, well, in a stable. That’s especially true if we’ve been burned relationally more...
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The answer to this question is not as easy as it sounds
When I was a kid growing up in Key West, there was a young guy in our church, Charlie (not his real name). Every time someone greeted him with, “How you doin’, Charlie?” his response was always, “I’m...
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A Costly Lesson About Closed Doors
This past week I was looking for something in a closet and came across a box of old handwritten letters. They were still in their original envelopes, held together with rotted rubber bands. I pulled...
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People are starving – and not for food
I’ve been told I must have “talk to me” tattooed on my forehead in a type of ink easily visible to the lonely. It must be true because apparently Karen (not her real name) could read it. It was only...
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I Think I Know Lot’s Wife’s Name
Lot, the nephew of Old Testament patriarch Abraham, lived in a rotten neighborhood. In fact, the entire city, as well as the one next door, was so wicked, God ordered they both be destroyed, as a...
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That’s not just a Christmas tree you see
It took me a long time to realize my Christmas tree was invisible. I would spend hours clearing space by the front window, putting away the pictures and non-seasonal objects, retrieving boxes from the...
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