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 …

Worst Case Scenario

What plays out in your head when you’re not concentrating on anything specific? My husband and I were talking earlier today after a second botched delivery of a piece of furniture we’d ordered and he commented that we should plan for the worst again on the next attempt. I agreed. I tend to plan for …

Delectable Faith

What makes a banana split or a buffet better than just plain ice cream or simple salad? The layers of goodness heaped on the already delicious base. Of course ice cream alone is a treat but add on your favorite toppings and a pile of fresh whipped cream and it only gets better. Faith is …

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 …

How Suggestible Are You?

When you have the munchies, it seems like nothing really satisfies the craving, but anything close at hand looks appetizing. Four years after the birth of my third child, I was still carrying around what I not so affectionately referred to as baby weight. I joined a fifteen week accountability group at my church to …

Pack Your Bags

We live by a lake but we travel to the ocean and we pay handsomely for the view. Even a peek above rooftops or between high rises costs a premium. We have potable tap water piped into our homes yet we purchase bottled drinking water by the gallon or the ounce. Marketing isn’t entirely to …

All You Need Is One

Buzzer in hand, thumb resting on the alert button. The fingers of my other hand are waffled with my deliberately sleep-deprived teenage son’s. The minutes in the Epilepsy Monitoring Unit tick on endlessly. Day one had gone more quickly with settling in, the novelty of watching pediatric floor kid tv, having forty plus leads attached …