What is Great?

I want America to be great. But sometimes that’s hard to even visualize when I look at where we are today. What does great even mean? That word has been co-opted by people wearing red hats and I’m not even sure that the majority of them can define the greatness we used to have that…

Blessings in Formica

Back in 1946, when my Mom thinks my great Aunt Jean and Uncle Dale got this formica table, I’m certain they never imagined that almost 75 years later their great great niece Audrey (Little Bit) would have this thing called a laptop sitting on it, and would be using it as a desk for virtual…

Glory Days

The most pathetic bucket of adults are those that never really mentally move past high school or college. Who are either starstruck by themselves and their moment of glory on the field or in class or with a group of people, or who still long for acceptance and belonging because they never really achieved it…

Solidarity

I support strong women. I do not have to agree with everything a strong woman believes in to support her. I do not have to agree with everything a strong woman believes in to know she can do her job. I do not have to agree with everything a strong woman believes in to vote…

Faith and Trees

I pray for trees. I don’t know if this is a middle-aged crazy lady thing or a just a trust-God-in-all-things thing. Perhaps it’s a bit of both. But yesterday, I found myself praying for my trees. Hurricane Isaias seemed like it would be a non-event. Maybe I no longer worry about storms that don’t bring…

“Nobody Likes Me”

One thing experience has taught me about narcissists: after a “nobody likes me” moment they will show up the next day with an even greater view of themselves and how much they contribute to the world and how smart they are. That poor me moment yesterday may have been an actual moment of clarity or…

Perfection Redefined

With the exception of Mary, I don’t think I’ve even once thought about the women in Jesus’ family tree. What a horrible thing to be true about a Christian and a feminist. But a few weeks ago I came across an artist named Tricia Robinson, and was really moved by her work and especially her…