Contentment
Grandma Theresa’s heart is extremely weak. No surprise, as it’s been pumping nonstop since before she was born in July of 1912. That’s the year
Grandma Theresa’s heart is extremely weak. No surprise, as it’s been pumping nonstop since before she was born in July of 1912. That’s the year
I’d like to believe that when someone dies young, say from cancer at age 42, leaving a young family behind, I’d like to believe that
Lines Composed in an Autumn Reverie, on Visiting the Japanese Garden one Friday Afternoon, October 2015.
Chrysanthemums
Huddled palms direct their longing west with
Three months on from the deaths of my parents, a week out from my daughter’s wedding, I finally get back to this cloth tote bag,
My daughter’s wedding is today. At last, the day has arrived! As you might expect, at my house we have been thinking of nothing but
A week ago, I was enjoying the splendor of commencement day, saluting some fine young people that Calvin College has now unleashed on the world.
“There are no good choices.” I remember saying that to my mother three years ago when we hit the first major decision point in what
Holy Week demands that we dwell in-between. We have been trying since Palm Sunday to place ourselves in the familiar stories of this week, imagining
It’s time once again to consult with our guest columnist Pious Petunia, seeking her wisdom to console and guide us through the rough spots on
During Lent, I expect to hear about sin and suffering, but I’m starting to get tired of the word “broken.” Also “brokenness,” “broken world,” “broken