I watched as she started to sit down, discouraged. A friend in the crowd shouted, “Try it again.” She scanned the crowd and saw something different. The crowd in our section was ready. So, she
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Finding Beauty in Life’s Messiest Places
One of the glass vases has become covered with hard water stains from constant refilling and evaporation. It leaves the vase cloudy and, honestly, a bit ugly. But in the middle of the mess, I disco
When the Towers Fall: What Are We Really Building?
My grandsons love to knock down a tower. I stack the blocks as fast as I can before they “boom” them down. Belly laughs echo through the room. Then I build again.
When Our Words & Actions Come Back to Us
Do you remember the old game of telephone? Messages start simple, then morphed as they passed from one person to the next.
One Glance, One Story, And I Got It Wrong
In choosing this, I change how I show up in the world. And perhaps, in small and quiet ways, that makes the world around me a kinder place.
When the Fire Came, So Did the Good
What moves a person to act when the fire isn’t at their own door? What compels a person to step into harm’s way and experience such extreme sacrifice for his neighbors and community members
Life Between the Silos: Only Part of the Story
I live in rural America where silos stand tall against the skyline of farm ground and small towns. They are practical structures, useful for storing grain and keeping things contained. Yet the word
Everyone’s Different, Everyone’s the Same
I traveled to the city and rode the subway. As I looked around, I saw no one that looked like me. Beautiful brown tones in every variation surrounded me, and my own lack of tone stood out. I felt d
When perceptions aren’t the whole story
I’ve always found it fascinating that siblings can grow up the same family, share the same experiences, and walk away with entirely different stories about what happened. My sister and I are only
The Light of Love
I zoomed in immediately. From behind, the resemblance was uncanny. The thought ran through my mind: my mom had joined them on their trip–quietly present, watching from a few steps away.