I’ve had trouble with writing for the past year or so. It’s not so much a case of writer’s block as it is a case of a writer’s conscience getting in the way. Every time I sit down to start a post, I feel a sense of shame about not being the person I might…
Nothing about this weekend feels quite right. Instead of hunting plastic eggs on a friend’s farm, we are searching for real eggs on a grocery delivery app. We picked tonight’s Easter dinner up from people wearing masks and gloves. And we are distanced from family and friends to protect their health and ours. The first…
Our wedding anniversary is June 18th, which happens to fall just before or very near Father’s Day every year. These two occasions are forever linked in my mind because when we were married, the day following our wedding would be the last Father’s Day I celebrated with my dad. I don’t remember buying him a…
It never fails that I make a mess of what is supposed to be the most reflective week of the Christian year. Maybe because Easter is in the spring when the pace of activities picks up, but I always find myself more hurried and harried than usual in the days leading up to it. I’ve…