“You look just like your mom!” I’ve heard it time and again beginning way back in those teenage years when the ugly duckling stage of the tweens began to molt…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
Child misbehaving (read: messy puddle of muscle, bone, and tiny, whiny voice) in middle of mall? PAUSE. Masticated clump of cumin-lime grilled steak taco launched from a spoon-turned-trebuchet? PAUSE. Damp,…
I broke one of my cardinal rules last night. The rule crumbled around 2:33 am, which is as good a reason as any for a rule to break. The rule…
Go: If I knew I could, I would drink that pot of coffee. The whole durn thing. I’d hook it up to my arm like a portable IV of energy…
Christ of the cross and of the empty tomb, strengthen us to bear the burdens of the day, to seek you amid the hurts and questions, and to trust you…
I arrived home late from a meeting last night, my mind consumed with the hours I did not spend packing the car full of vacation accoutrements, to find my fellow…