Emotions stand at what feels like a mere blink away, always. I hear her message, that one I read just before a daughter was delivered weeks early and would need multiple surgeries before she and I finally got to sleep under the same roof of home…eucharisteo. Thanks in all circumstances, for all things.
Say yes like John. Show up like Fran. Be brave. Be bold. Be loved.
Maybe it’s the pandemic talking, but the spicy chicken sandwich from Popeye’s is tears-to-the-eyes good. I tried it once and now I’ve had it…more than once.
As I sipped my coffee this morning, my son and husband were hunched over the New York Times. We all were discussing the deliberation of the Derek Chauvin trial. Soon we begin listing the recent cases of police brutality in our country.
Last summer some church paperwork requested my baptismal anniversary. Having no idea of the date, I consulted my early years photo album.
A few years ago, I ran across a video of a toddler playing in the rain for the first time. As someone who loves the rain, I was immediately captivated.
What is going on in the world means something to me.
While in college, one of the best parts about my summertime subway commute to work was the 50 minutes of uninterrupted reading it afforded me every day. To stave off any potential conversations, I always boarded the train with my book in hand, head down.
After online and in-person trainings, and a firm understanding that we would not be adopting any pets of our own, we became certified Operation Kindness volunteers, the largest no kill shelter in north Texas.
As a family gathers around the baptismal font, the words asked of the godparents are some of the most poignant queries. “Will you be responsible […]