Winter of our Quarantine

It’s been the longest winter ever. The winter of our discontent, you might say, even though I don’t have fond memories of that book. Months of cold and rainy weather. A crazy election. Half of America acting like we’re not in a pandemic and now half a million people in our country are gone. Steinbeck’s…

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…

Masks

I’m always wearing a mask. My most important learning of the last week was in those five words, spoken by a woman I admire and look up to and care about. I’m always wearing a mask. My heart sank. How can that be? I work closely with this person, and am in multiple meetings with…

Honeysuckle

I have little-to-no sense of smell. Years of allergies will do that. Very few scents register for me, but among those I can always detect are garlic, an old drugstore perfume called Charlie, and honeysuckle. Honeysuckle makes me smile wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, every single time. It’s the smell of summer. The smell…

Natural Selection

This meme is the absolute best thing I’ve seen since the protests to reopen states and businesses began. How can people be so selfish as to not care about others at all? How can people be so ignorant as to not understand that the risk is not just to themselves? How can people be so…

What Spills Out

For every awful thing I can name that's upset our world, there are at least a dozen related things for which to be thankful. For every negative way our lives have been impacted, at least a dozen positives or silver linings. For every mean girl, at least a dozen kind girls. For every disappointment, at…

Freedom

One of the unexpected interesting things about WordPress is the analytics. The countries site visitors are from, and then being able to find and communicate with other people with similar writing styles and interests. These pages are part of my journal and I never thought analytics would be of any importance to me. And yet…

Cannot. Stop. Laughing.

Priss is defined as a "spoiled or uptight person who thinks they are too good for everyone or everything." Urban Dictionary also has several definitions, including my personal favorite, "superficial plastic wanna be princess." Sometimes I laugh at really dumb things. Sometimes I laugh at really mean things. Sometimes I laugh at really ironic things.

It Is Well

The Emergency Broadcasting System alarm message is the absolute last thing you want to hear when you’re on a long drive with two children, and one of them has just asked to stop somewhere because she has to go to the bathroom. Tornado warning. Tornado immediately takes my mind down a path of images of…