I’ve only visited my dad’s grave a handful of times. I don’t like cemeteries or the feelings they conjure up. But this fall I find myself driving by the one he is buried in on the other side of town once a week to take my middle daughter to piano lessons. A few weeks ago…
I am careful never to be political in this space. I write for a small audience largely made up of people I know in real life. And many of those people are on opposite ends of the political spectrum. Since the word “shalom” is part of the title of this blog, I feel foolish trying…
Last night I walked into a local soup restaurant for the first time in many months. It was around 6:30 and the place was empty except for one young, friendly employee working through her closing duties. She kindly filled my to-go order and directed me to the checkout where I noticed a framed picture hanging…
The best conversations with kids usually happen in the car. Earlier this week when only my youngest was riding with me she asked… 8-year-old: Do you know about that time when Jesus was in the forest for forty days and forty nights?Me: You mean when he went to the wilderness?8-year-old: Yeah. The wilderness. Well, anyway,…