Will You Please Stop?

One thing that terrorists lose along the way is the ability to laugh for joy.  Have you noticed that bullies can’t laugh at themselves? They are as humorless as they are cowardly, and smile only when others are frightened and in pain. The terrorist’s highest calling is to reduce life, not enjoy it. He finds no real delight…

No Soul, No Love?

Of course dogs will be in heaven, dear one. (This post is in loving memory of Scout. She was a good dog.) But dogs don’t have souls, do they? Do trees have souls? Maybe not, but don’t you think the Maker of all the trees might especially enjoy watching a September wind move through a grove…

The Sum of a Life

I stand in the back and fidget, waiting my turn to address my ninety-year-old grandmother at a celebration in her honor. She sits up front and center – poised and gorgeous – in a cool, celadon suit. Blessed with Norwegian blue eyes, silver hair, and flawless skin, the woman is breathtaking. I sweat and grow splotchy…

Standing In the Middle

Last summer, two teenage girls (14 and 16) were raped, killed, and strung from a mango tree in their Indian village. Yesterday, my nine-year-old daughter went with me to visit a one-day-old baby, an only daughter, swaddled in the protective arms of her father. In the middle of the night, the young girl-cousins had walked together to…

What Not To Do If You Go Public

Our kids have walked the halls of our neighborhood’s elementary, middle, and high-schools for the past twelve years. We never set out to “do” public schools as a personal statement, or a moral philosophy. Like most parents I know, we sometimes wonder if we’re wrecking our kids. We waver. We wrestle. We just don’t know. Fortunately,…

While We Still Wait

It’s been so long since you were light-hearted. God knows you try not to worry, to wait patiently, to be thankful in all the other things. Will this be my lot in life?  You still wonder in the dark. Will there be any joy left for me? You struggle to pray. For what? What is it…

Will This Be What Hell Is Like, I Wonder?

She is taking forever, and I am about to scream: how long does it take a soul to examine a head of purple cabbage? My impatience bores blackly into the back of her head. It bugs me that she is wearing a wide-brimmed hat. 1) We are safely indoors. 2) The huge brim takes up…