I joke that my dog, Roo, is my spirit animal. Maybe I’m not really joking, that I feel a connection deep enough I’m convinced that he “gets” me better than most. He and his 12 year old standard poodle brother, Kai, get gifts at Christmas (a squeaky stuffed toy in the shape of an arm…
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Faith at Christmas
I was pregnant for the first time almost twenty years ago. That pregnancy ended in an early miscarriage. Many months of trying later we were told we had a less than 1% chance to conceive on our own and we were referred to a specialist with a multi-month waiting list. In that wait, I was…
Jog + Shuffle = Juffle/Shog
This is apparently what 150 5ks look like when you’re 49 and start “running” at 47. Running is a loose term for what I do every Monday morning. It’s really more of a shog or a juffle, but I’ve managed to speed up my time and slow down my heart over these last two years…
Sign Season
The November elections can’t come soon enough. Everywhere I look, people want to tell me who or what to vote for or against. Are there more signs these days, or am I of an age when I just notice them more? What saddens me about these signs is how some divide. The issues (this season…
The Locusts
This verse from the book of Joel has been a comfort these last several months. Life has been a slog; the six of us have struggled more than the average bear. Before this season, I thought only one kid would be “swarmed by locusts” at a time. Now I know that isn’t true, and as…
Summer’s Sweet Sorrow
I am sentimental for a basket of garden veggies. Maybe it’s the proof of a waning summer that makes me melancholy. The cicadas are buzzing and every morning feels a smidge cooler than the one before. Last fall was packed with a lot of activity; am I ready to roll with a similar one and…