This is the stage that all of Shari’s thinking blog readers have been dreading for years, when her humor and good sense desert her and she disintegrates into dramatic, navel-gazing grief for weeks on end.
We marked fifteen years this month, with a four-day stay in an apartment made from sparkling surfaces we hadn’t cleaned.
I never considered myself a fearful person, but with growing responsibility has come growing anxiety. Surely if I worry enough, it will help somehow…
When I awake early on Valentine’s Day I am alone It takes a moment to remember why. Oh yes. Early ministers’ meeting. Often at night I wake to find him gone Or wake to find him returning. I expect him to be warm, come from checking on the kids Or using the bathroom But […]
One of the reasons I’ve been thinking about marriage so much is that I was asked to write a guest post on Bethany Eicher‘s blog about “How We Met” – the story of Ryan and I. So if you’re in the mood for a romantic story, not too sappy I hope, and not without its […]
“What is that awful noise?!” I said. “Bdddrrrrddrrrrrdddrrrrddrrrrr,” replied a throbbing vibration from the laundry room. I hurried in to look, and found the door of my upright freezer hanging open several inches, the contents melting, and the motor making a fearsome racket. “No! Son, when I sent you for bread an hour or two […]