I’m deeply distressed that the direction we are moving sends a message to the world that we are closing our borders to keep out those are not us. It is contrary to the heart of a loving God who welcomes everyone.
Before we moved into our house last year, we constructed a long list of things we needed to purge and cable television was one of them. It doesn’t take up space, but we also threw in things that took our money without giving us much in return, and cable easily made the list. So now … Continue reading And Now, the Rest of the Story
So many times, I've wondered how we were going to pull off a wild-idea project. And then along comes our bike-pushing, big-hearted tribe to get us a little further up the hill.
Our middle child, Erin, started kindergarten at a large public school in a suburb of Tulsa. On her first day at Jenks East Elementary, I packed her Disney character lunchbox, slipped her plastic pink and purple backpack through her two little outstretched arms, and told her that this was the best day of her life … Continue reading Do the Right Thing: Some Thoughts on the Walkout
My proclamation a few weeks before Lent began - that I was giving up grumbling for the six weeks - was probably a relief for the people who live in my house. While everyone else was depriving themselves of chocolate and soda, I was going to simply stop whining and groaning about every little … Continue reading Lenten Deep Dive
This blog post is about Nambia. Yes, I’m going there. Not literally, because there is no country of Nambia. In a speech to African leaders at the United Nations last week, the President referred twice to the country of Nambia with regard to an increasingly self-sufficient health care system. To be clear, there are countries … Continue reading The Risk of Listening
Shims. These are little pieces of wood that you purchase when the floors in your old house slant in three different rooms. I know this because we now have them under most of our furniture in an effort to combat the "funhouse" effect. In the photo above, ignore everything except the thin leg on that … Continue reading Good with Imperfection
This photo makes it clear (or it should) that we have not moved to the Rosedale house yet. It's way past time for an update, so here goes: We sold our Shadow Mountain house in one day to the most lovely couple who taught their little daughters to swim in our pool many years ago. … Continue reading An Update from Rosedale and 64th Place
On Friday, I’m leaving town. It’s not the best time for me to be gone because we run a retail shop and it’s almost Christmas. And yet, it’s the best time for me to be gone because it’s almost Christmas. Dad died one year ago today, so I’m going to Colorado. It was Dad’s favorite … Continue reading This Time, Last Year
Things we haven't done before: 1) haul a toilet around in the back of our truck for three days, 2) set off flea bombs (multiple times) in an empty house, 3) maintain a little library in our front yard. This blog post is about the third thing. During our first and only showing of the … Continue reading Owen Park’s Little Free Library
The kitchen demolition at Rosedale started two weeks ago but I wasn't there to watch since the kitchen really isn't my territory anymore. Last October Kyle took over the cooking and the result has been more creative meals, experimental dishes, general healthier eating, and happy humming that goes on while the meal is … Continue reading The Most Important Room: Before
When I was five, we took our annual Colorado vacation in the hot month of July, and my mother left my packed suitcase with all my vacation clothes on her bed. She realized this about ten minutes on this side of Amarillo, six hours into the trip, and started sobbing as we pulled into the J.C. … Continue reading The Purge (Part One): The Clothes Closet
We bought a house last Friday. Literally. We signed our names on eight pages of paperwork, confirmed the money wire, hugged the realtor, and then I went back to work. It's a great house, or at least everyone tells me that it is. Built in 1928, it's a foursquare craftsman with a wraparound porch on … Continue reading What Happened Last Friday
Here is a thought: maybe we are all artists, and because we were created by an artist who has placed creativity DNA is us, we are unfulfilled if we do not continue the act of creation and then offer it out into the world.
For months, I was adamant that we would not sell Dad's house. I couldn't imagine letting it go. It held all my parents' stuff, and hanging on to stuff after Dad's death in December was part of the gut-wrenching grieving process. Everything became sacred, even the tacky bird lamp which I plucked from their entryway, along with the table where … Continue reading Empty House. Deep Breath. Move On.
Absolutely hate goodbyes. Dogs are dogs, I know. They aren't people and so there isn't really a need to write a long, sad, introspective blog post on the many ways this furry guy brought joy to our lives. He died three days before his 15th birthday. We helped the process along because it was the right … Continue reading Good Boy, Pierre
I remember the sound of typewriter keys on Saturday mornings. Dad would finish his Sunday school lesson by typing his notes on the old Royal, circa 1940-something.
Two days before Christmas, I did this to my car. It was completely my fault, and adding insult to injury (actually, my injury was only a bruised leg and a stiff shoulder), I was ticketed for not yielding right of way. And we had to pay for the damage repair. And we lost our good driver … Continue reading Thoughts on Double-Timing It
I have a Black Friday shopping story for you. Many years ago Kyle and I got up at 5 a.m. to hunt Furbies, got sick of the whole circus by 7 a.m., and proceeded to slide over to Village Inn for breakfast, empty-handed. No one got a Furby that year, and lest you think that's a fail, we had a very Merry Christmas and … Continue reading If You’re Reading This at 5 a.m…
It's been three days since we've been home from Ghana and this time, post-trip, I've done something new and different. I've let down. After previous trips, my routine has been to spring out of bed the morning after and start working. There always seems to be more to do than time to get it done, … Continue reading What We Have Seen