My husband is a ski fanatic. I write. He skis. When I met him, if I was going to spend any time with him during Michigan's long winters, skiing was something I was going to have to embrace—and not just from the fireplace in the ski lodge with a mug of hot chocolate in my hand. Harry taught …
Resolution
"Either God is big, or he isn't," Tom said. A few weekends ago, at a conference in Ohio, I got to catch up with some friends of ours from the church we attended when we lived in Pennsylvania. Our kids had been in the same youth group and it was Tom and Beth who moved away from Pennsylvania first. …
50 Women, The Apostle’s Creed, and Faith that Grows in the Dark
I have in my possession, an advance copy of Michelle's 50 women book. Do you know about that one? Do you remember the hilarious (to us) moment when Michelle, just about to submit the final manuscript to her publisher, counted the number of women about whom she'd written, and realized she was one …
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When You’re Drawing Wide Arcs Through The Sky
Yesterday, in church, H preached about hell. It wasn't a fire and brimstone sermon. He doesn't do those. When H preaches, it is thoughtful, insightful, inspirational, and often emotional. But, rarely, is it "preachy." Even when he's preaching about hell. He's more preachy when he's talking about the …
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Damn Vices
In Texas, after the waiter brings my salad, I hear a guy at the table behind me talking to a young woman about a movie. He's listing all the movie stars who appear in this particular flick and, when he says, "Philip Seymour Hoffman," my mind catches on the name, the same way the jagged edge of the …
When Disco Is A Word
On summer vacations, my parents would take my sister and me on simple road trips from Michigan to Virginia to hang out on the front porch with our grandparents. I’d catch lightning bugs and hold them in my cupped hands or, standing between pink bedsheets that hung on the clothesline above my head, …