On August 22, I wrote a blog entitled “Grief sucks,” and 458 of you read it (as of this minute). I wrote it after my great-grandmother’s mahogany table arrived at my home, fractured into 6 pieces. Thank you for reading. Technically, old things...
I’m tired. I’ll bet you are, too, so you’re semi-mindlessly scanning posts to feel either invigorated or validated. I’m doing the same thing, only I do it by writing. It’s a nicer version of complaining. On the positive side, you might...
Next Tuesday, my husband and I are scheduled to leave for Ethiopia, where our missions team should do construction, teach, and minister in the town of Debre Birhan, near the capital of Addis Ababa. The area has changed dramatically over the 10 years that our church...
I have recently finished my autumn purge. By that I mean, I go through the house hunting for things to get rid of. I really do. Kitchen, bedrooms, attic, basement, closets. I do a seasonal purge at least twice per year and small purges every time I begin...
I woke up angry yesterday, and I don’t know why. I’m blaming grief. That’s one of the stages, you know. Check it out. I’m not psycho. Even though this week I’ve been sad, happy, energetic, irritable, and lethargic. My body’s...
