The Almost-Not Ferris Wheel

“Would you like to ride the Ferris wheel with Eden?” “Sure.” I looked up at the contraption. As far as Ferris wheels go, this one was not so daunting. This was a children’s park, after all. My friend had invited me to go with her to the North Pole outside of Colorado...

Advent: Pregnant and Waiting

The days before Christmas too often whisk by us with hardly a moment for contemplation. The commercial season muddles the spiritual season, and before we have had a chance to sort through the difference, the season is half gone. Once again it is too late to hang the...

Mama Says #8

It was some mundane household chore, I’m pretty sure. Not climbing a mountain. Not writing a bestseller. Not getting on “American Idol.” Just the normal stuff we all do. It might have been giving the dog a bath. But sometimes that’s the stuff that bogs us down....

Can You Smell the Dressing?

Today I’m offering up a Thanksgiving post written by my sister-in-law a couple of years ago. I was the missing sibling the year she wrote, but as you read this year, I am whizzing across several states on I-80 for a gathering of what we hope will be all seven...

What Did Victorian Servants Do?

When I was in my early twenties, I lived with and worked for a wealthy family for a few months. They seemed wealthy to me, anyway. After all, they had live-in help—ME. I folded the family’s laundry in particular ways, vacuumed the white carpet in a system that made...