Era Misunderstood

I will do all kinds of foolish, silly things in an effort to hurry Spring. Although I know very well that painting my toenails, drinking coca-cola or opening all the windows in my house will not make the warm weather…

pound cake

The Hubby’s birthday was this past week. Visions of creating a big, decadent–and pretty–cake for him never materialized in my mind. The three-layered white-chocolate frosted chocolate cake that I blogged about a few weeks ago? Not for my birthday boy. No,…

Review

3 weeks ago The hubby and I have bachelor degrees! I realize it isn’t that rare; even Master’s degrees are becoming commonplace and more competitive. But when the diploma is your own, it seems all the grander. As our commencement speaker said, “You now…

Grandmother’s Kitchen

Recently, my friend Tassja wrote a blog post about food. Specifically, her post is about her experiences as a Sri Lankan vegetarian living in the omnivorous, conservative Midwest. (If you are interested in reading her article, click here.) She concluded…

Remember

The following is a (slightly edited) essay I wrote in ~2009 for Lutheran Social Services to use for promotion and publication for their in-home elder care programs. It was a sunny, Saturday afternoon and I sat on my grandmother’s couch,…

Socks

I am a big fan of being productive. It is one of my qualities that, frankly, annoys my husband. I know this because when I began a question the other day that started with, “Babe, could we…” He interrupted (in…

Americanized Christian Dichotomies

We donate money to missions, but won’t sacrifice time.We pray for opportunities to witness, but never prepare an answer for our faith.We support our artists, but settle for sub-par talent.We cater to our kids, but forget our elderly.We celebrate our…

My Future Child

When I have a son, he’s gonna be just like this… “Litany” by Billy Collins You are the bread and the knife, the crystal goblet and the wine. You are the dew on the morning grass and the burning wheel…

Sprite

The other week, my husband and I were grocery shopping at the Super Wal-Mart in town. We had just passed a giant display of 2-liter pop bottles when, without warning, he stopped walking and rubbed his hands together mischievously. I stopped…