When my mom was a child she was____.

When my oldest son was in 2nd grade he brought home a fill in the blank worksheet he had done in class. One of the questions said “When my mom was a child she was _________.” He had filled in the blank with “lonely.” I had probably told him stories about wishing for him toContinue reading “When my mom was a child she was____.”

When Hate Came to Laguna Beach

I always wondered what I would have done were I a simple housewife in Germany as the Nazis were rising. Or if I had been a young mother during the American Civil Rights era. Would I have answered the call? Like Unitarian Universalist Viola Liuzzo? Would I have given in to fear? Appeasement? Head down, stayingContinue reading “When Hate Came to Laguna Beach”

Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! (Or, you know, spirit of life and of love, known by many names…)

Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. I can’t believe what I woke up to this morning. I thought this woman was my friend! Why would she do this to me. I mean, really! Publishing a post to WorshipWeb’s Facebook Page that makes me feel such horrible shame! Because, you know, submitting a piece for aContinue reading “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! (Or, you know, spirit of life and of love, known by many names…)”

Tired and tired and tired and tired and tired.

You know the kind of exhausted where you feel like the earth is moving beneath your feet? Even just a kind word or beautiful thing can make you cry? No? I do. That’s me. Today. Right now. I am so wrung out and wrenched empty of every ounce of life or energy or joy IContinue reading “Tired and tired and tired and tired and tired.”

The Bumpy Ride and the Last of the Lasts

So many friends are walking through the litany of the lasts. The last game. The last final. The last concert. The last time you’ll send your child off to high school. The last time you are the mother of a high school student. And finally, the graduation. I feel the wrench, the tug, the feelingContinue reading “The Bumpy Ride and the Last of the Lasts”