It’s My Choice

My almost eleven month old grandson is finding his voice and although he never uses the actual word, his “no” is crystal clear. Even more than when he shakes his head from side to side, his fits of temper show his frustration with his current situation. He grunts angrily or throws his head back or …

We Are All The Same

My girls tease me that I invent ways to tell people about my grandchildren. I work in an introduction every time they’re with me, and when they’re absent, I always have pictures. Of course, they’re right. I do love to make conversation and who doesn’t love a baby, but my intent is more than mere …

Love Enabled

How can you love someone you’ve never met so very much? Our first granddaughter is making her way into the world as I write and though I’ve watched her momma’s belly expand and I’ve felt her move and seen ultrasound peeks, I can only imagine what she’ll look and act like once she arrives. Her …

Navigating the Currents

My younger son, Jacob, had a love-hate relationship with surfing. The east coast doesn’t offer much to the enthusiast but after surf lessons with the Eternal Wave Surf Shop in Surfside Beach for his thirteenth birthday and watching hours of YouTube videos, the surf challenged him plenty. We’d load up his gear and head out …

Faith That Sees Beyond

A heavy cloud hangs overhead tonight. Having flown above a storm, I see this dense grayness and imagine what must be just beyond what I can see. I’ve watched the sun set outside the international airport north of Houston, Texas before taking off on my flight home only to see the sun above the horizon …

Glitchy Faith

One of the major employers in my locale is a global automobile manufacturer. My younger son is employed in their logistics department where various parts are moved from shipping areas to the production line. He describes it as an entire city of electronics similar to the machine world in The Matrix (1999) movies. Each person …

Oh, Grow Up!

My grandson, Thomas, is nearly nine months old and when he is ready for his meals, he folds his hands together, almost like a clap, signaling that it’s time to ask a blessing as we do before each meal. He has already learned this routine and he’s starting to bow his head as he sees …

Stay on the Path

I duck my head to avoid the low hanging branches and catch a spider’s web across my face. A few weeks ago, the leaf canopy was invisible; the #path bright with sunlight. Now sunlight dances across the darkened #path as saplings, weighted with spring leaves, lean in to greedily soak in the sun’s rays. These …