41Feb 27, 2015
Snow falls, and the gathering white arrests our attention. Somewhere between bacon sizzling and deftly wacking the eggs against the clear bowl with the tiny chip just there, my phone rings. An automated message from the school system. The voice comes through just a little too loud, and I lift my coffee cup (poured steamy the second […]
42Oct 18, 2013
Shine the light bright, just there. Tuesday night and we restlessly weave our way through the double doors, a slowly meandering people-river, a jumble of fabric and purses and shoes. We move patiently, craning our necks, and the sound of us ebbs and flows—the voices, the walking, the slide of our clothes. A security guard […]
43Feb 25, 2011
Zoe is a prayer warrior. And frankly, she absolutely schools the rest of us. For about three years, the motor on the power door in our van was burned out. When the girls were younger, they thought it fun to engage the door and then watch it jerk back in the other direction when they […]