While discussing tattoo trends, my husband decided that someone should tattoo the word “grace” on their arm in large letters and constantly sing the song “Grace Flows Down.” The chorus goes, grace “covers meeee-eeeeee-eeeee-eeeeeee.” My sister turned 21 on Saturday, only to pick up and leave us three days later for some place called New [...]
READ MORE »As I am typing this post, I am sitting in a hospital room and it’s 9:50 pm. My mother-in-law is snoring as she is swallowed up by the hospital bed. My father-in-law reads The Word on the couch next to me. And my mind recalls reading about grace. The words that keep coming to me [...]
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I dream. A lot. I once had a MacGyver dream in which I created a whole twisting and turning plot. The first night I made it through half the episode before I woke up. I then finished the made-up episode the next night in my dreams – as if it was “To Be Continued…” Last [...]
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About a year after my father’s death: “Why don’t your father’s friends speak about him?” my mom asked. “I think they don’t want to upset you mom and it’s probably too difficult to talk about.” “I want him to be a part of the conversation,” she said. I once read how in a certain culture [...]
READ MORE »Every so often I take an inventory of my life, which usually requires red wine, Brie and a good cry after watching a particularly moving YouTube video. Insert Joshua Bell playing the violin: After which I reflect on memories, like that one time when my sister and I shared a room and we argued. My [...]
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