Dear Cancer I kind of hate your guts and I wish you were dead. Not to put too fine a point on it. Also, I am not the only one who feels this way. But here you are just the same and so I guess I will need to figure out how to make it … Continue reading
this I know
When I found out my dad has cancer, I was suddenly hit with the reality that there is a lot that I don’t know. For one, I didn’t know what myeloma was — all I knew was that “oma” meant “super scary.” But even after learning that it was a type of bone marrow cancer and that chances … Continue reading
legos and chocolate chips
Sometimes I put chocolate chips on Legos that look like toilets. Karah has this wild and imaginative spread on a table in the laundry/storage room — which is where I keep the chocolate chips (in theory this was supposed to reduce the amount of chocolate chips I ate, in reality it just increases the amount … Continue reading
love
Love is reflective, like a mirror: we instinctively reflect the love that we receive. Can I tell you something about loving humans? Contrary to 80’s pop sentiment, they will give you up, let you down, run around and desert you. Tears, goodbyes, hurt and/or lies guaranteed. We know this, but we are good forgetters … Continue reading
bad news
The other Friday night, I found out that my dad has cancer. I know you’re supposed to ease into bad news like that, but that’s not usually how bad news works. It doesn’t sit you down and hand you a nice drink and pat you on the shoulder while gentle words tumble forth the awful truth. … Continue reading
Little things
I hate that the little things matter. I would like it better if I could get away with the Little Things as long as I do the one or two Big Things. But this is not how God set it up. I’ve been working in my listening and obeying habits lately mostly because I had … Continue reading
‘Fraidy Rabbit
Somebody had what must have been the equivalent of a bunny nightmare last night. Maybe it was an imagined horde of small children or a loud noise in bodily form — whatever it was, the repeated thump of his hind leg against the cage floor woke me up and I went out to check on … Continue reading
A Guide to the Christian Handshake
Churches are obsessed with shaking hands. I don’t know where this came from — if it’s is a leftover cultural practice from some bygone era or a modern faith equivalent of snake handling (hello germs), but don’t expect to go to church and not shake hands. In fact, if no one extends a hand, I would be highly … Continue reading
Remember
Remember. This is something God asks us to do. A lot. It appears everywhere in the Bible. Remember the Sabbath. Remember Jesus’ Death and Resurrection through the Eucharist. Remember how God parted the Jordan River, the Red Sea. Remember. I think it means I’m not the only one prone to forgetting. Just before they enter the Promised … Continue reading
Dear Serious
Dear Serious I need to tell you some things, things that are hard for me to say — things that may be hard for you to hear. I don’t how to break this gently, so I’m just going to go for it: I don’t know that things are working out between us. We’ve kind of … Continue reading