My post last week on Halloween sparked a series of private conversations with my friend Janelle Glick. Janelle hails from the city of Waterloo, Ontario. She’s a former school teacher, present curriculum writer, wife of a musician, mother of three, seeker of Jesus. I asked her to write a guest post, sharing her thoughts on […]
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Confession: I would have had fun saying yes. But I said no. What an opportunity it would have been to enter another world, to learn and discover, to gain power and experience, to meet new people and ask hundreds of questions. But I said no. I would not have liked the immersion into human pain
Confession: Unmonitored fridge phonics have their downside. Here are two things in which my son Regan is interested. School and diarrhea. Oh dear. Speaking of diarrhea, what do you think of the election rhetoric? Ryan and I listened to part of a presidential speech last evening, and talked late on the matter. I think Mr.
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Husband takes Wife to Red Lobster. This is a rare and special gift, just they two and all the cheddar bay biscuits they can eat. Amid the fish and the shrimp, the magnificent baked potato and the fresh Caesar salad, the lemon and the garlic and the fizz, Wife glances out the window past the
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Confession: I absolutely adore this time of year. The nights are nippy, the days still warm. The first salmon-red leaves are highlighting a few trees, but all else is still very green. I’m pulling out my favorite sweaters, cooking warm food, and thinking about a cup of tea. Back-to-school sales line the aisles of every
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Confession: And I remembered today’s fellowship meal at exactly 7:46 am. This is way beyond cute now, far out into the ridiculous camp. I think I’m living life like the butcher who backed up into his meat grinder and got a little behind in his work. Did you know it is possible to take a
He looks so precious sitting in the cart, and he eats his graham crackers with a bib, and total strangers tell you how cute and well-behaved he is.
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Confession: I am tired. Our family just came through a week of participating in vacation Bible school for city kids of Meadville. Ryan taught a class of eleven-and-up boys, I taught a class of seven-year-olds, and our kids sat in classes too. Mostly mine. Some nights Kelly insisted on being held while I told the
I love, love written words The song and dance Shield and lance Written words are powerful Spoken ones scare me Spoken words creep out unknown Pop out fast, can’t return Spoken words are Shari when her guard is down Spoken words are funny things Come out quirky, trailing strings or straggle into mishmash
Confession: Ryan and I kinda like despair.com. You would think that I, of all people, would not find despair funny, but this version often is. The best kind of pessimist is one who’s an optimist at heart. (I’m actually pretty happy with life, and everything’s going to be okay in the end, which is why
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