From the moment my hair reached about an inch off my baby head and twisted itself into the most perfect blonde spiral curl, my mother knew she was in for something special. Or exhausting. Or both.
I was an ordinary housewife, living in a suburb outside of Chicago with three children and one husband, one dog and a life plan that was not exactly written in..
It was the eve of Christmas Eve. Fourteen family members were present. Thirty others looked in via Zoom.
Sometimes it takes my breath away when I see the capacity for humankind to be unthinking, unkind and cruel to one another. Treating others with disregard and meanness..
Want to use these Abundant Aging blogs as a resource for individual reflection or small group discussion? Beginning with today’s blog, you will find questions at the..
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..
