Whenever I hear someone complain about taking care of a family member with Dementia, or any other neurological or cognitive impairment disease, and they mention how awful it is, I feel sad. They speak of the experience as though they were reliving the pain all over again. Yes, it is a painful disease for the… Continue reading What About the Joy?
When God takes a walk The earth awakens and trembles Great waters rock and reel barely able to contain themselves sometimes - they do overflow Mountains shake bellies boil with excitement It is a wonder when God takes a walk Demons rush out and away confusion - traffic jams - flaring tempers Designed so we… Continue reading When God Takes a Walk
I once was a PE teacher for a small Christian school in Colorado. With that position came a stream of coaching assignments. I loved the job and coaching. Until I was wrangled into coaching track. I knew nothing about track! The team was co-ed with a high hormonal teen boy and girl combination. I learned a lot that season… Continue reading The Race
I love Christmas. I adore cozy nights listening to long Christmas stories. As a child, those stories were the highlight when my family gathered. I can still see myself nestled on green shag carpet, chubby cheek pressed against my dad's knee, as he sat on our avocado sectional, sharing his favorite Christmas. The whole family… Continue reading The Treasure Trove
Say, “Thank you.” My mother urged as she gave me a little shove towards my California Grandma. “Uggg.” I silently protested as I completed the somber walk to a grandmother as strange to me as the new boy added to my 5th grade class. “Thank you.” I muttered like a half wound plastic robot. … Continue reading This Gift
November. It’s a month buzzing with excitement at the start of the Holiday season. It is a month of crisp air and fallen leaves, short days and cozy sweaters. It’s a month where we take the time to be grateful. A month where we celebrate giving thanks. As we inch closer and closer to Thanksgiving,… Continue reading Unicorn Pajamas
Once upon a time, there lived a little band of word lovers. They met almost monthly in an old fire station community room, where a tiny diffuser spewed fragrance from frankincense and orange essential oils in a valiant attempt to chase away the musty odor. Sometimes the noise of firefighters training in the adjoining room… Continue reading The Writers’ Playroom: Meet the Play Group