If I am ever incapacitated in some way–say, for example, I’m hit by a bus and unable to speak–the emergency personnel would only have to open my wallet to know who I am and where I belong. They would also know what I declare to be my height, weight, hair color, and eye color. They…
Our vacuum broke. I’d ignored a cracked clip for about a year, convincing myself that Shark vacuums are so high-quality that the fact the canister no longer had an unbroken seal wasn’t a problem. But eventually, our vacuum made it clear that my efforts to keep the carpets clean were no longer working. Instead of…
I realize we don’t typically think of social media as a loving place. It seems the worst of humanity comes out under the illusion of anonymity. However, I’m a glass-half-full girl when it comes to social media. I love connecting with people with whom I would have otherwise lost touch. I love seeing my friends’…
On February 3, 1989, apprentice jockey Nate Hubbard was having the race of his life. That is, until his horse, Sweetwater Oak, launched him from the saddle with only a hundred yards to go. He clung to the neck of his mount and crossed the finish line in second place. After finishing fifth in the…
“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.” (Galatians 5:22-23 NIV) Every January, I choose a word for the year. Sometimes it comes to me quickly, and other times I struggle to find it. Once I decide on the word, I carry it into the new…
I love fresh fruit. I enjoy going to farmers’ markets and buying fruit fresh from the farmers who have carefully grown it. Touching the fruit to check how ripe it is or giving a little knock on it to listen for its ripeness delights me. One of the downsides of winter in the Midwest is…