In Fall 2020, my Uncle Bob shipped his Lortone rock tumbler to me, along with a bunch of rocks he had collected over the course of many years. He knew my son was a collector— of rocks, coins, and random objects he used to call “beautiful things.” My uncle thought rock tumbling might be a nice hobby for our family while we were quarantining at home during the Covid-19 pandemic.
Leading up to Christmas, did you, like me, wish for snow on Christmas morning? Could you picture the idyllic scene of the fresh white blanket covering everything in..
I was at my computer, minding my own business, when Lew walked by my desk carrying a Bible. Lew is my husband and we both worked at home. It wasn’t too unusual to see..
Within a week of starting a seminary internship in Minneapolis, I was packed into a van with a youth group on an adventure to Ghost Ranch, New Mexico. Going from the big..
This past July 4th, our son, daughter-in-law, and our grandchildren Isabell and Jami came for a visit. We had a lovely time going to the zoo, visiting the lake, and..
In the “olden” days, before all the electronic miracles that consume our lives today, there was a phenomenon that doesn’t exist today. It was utterly reliable,..
My wife and I learned to sing it at a General Synod meeting. It could be a good anthem for Advent. Portions of the lyrics are:
Eighteen years ago, my 49-year-old husband died, very suddenly, while he was traveling. December 9, 2004 is a date that can conjure up so many memories and emotions,..
Thanksgiving has always been a favorite holiday for our family. This is in part because of the food. I do love my turkey, mashed potatoes and dressing followed by a good..
