Expressions on a Settee
We were at the wedding of one of Julia‘s very best friends. Julia was looking pretty snazzy and feeling the exuberance of the moment and it reminded me again why I always bring my camera with me.
They Gave Her a Chance…
With the excitement and anticipation of seventh grade starting tomorrow, I couldn’t let the weekend go by without stopping and looking back with gratitude on a season of Julia’s life fondly coming to a close. Thank you Miss Loretta!
The Day I Doubted Would Come…
Julia’s graduation from fifth grade is the fulfillment of a lot of hard work and dedication by a lot of people. But I had wondered early on if it would ever happen. Those fears – and the fears of the future – were answered in a peculiar way.
Christmas Greetings
Another strange Christmas filled with uncertainty – and in our local community, deep anguish. But what does the hope of the season offer us and how do receive it?
A Little Exercise of Gratitude…
Yeah – I know this is the day for it, but a special kind of gratitude has hit me lately…
Christmas Greetings ~ Love & Silence
After a divisive, contentious, excruciating, disappointing, frustrating, scary year, what if a little silence is just the thing to which a loving God is calling us?
Christmas Greetings
We all got caught on our back foot with a compressed holiday season. But what is the season trying to tell us (read, me) amid all of the busyness?
Grief + 1 Year: I’m not moving on…
It’s been one year since I said goodbye to my dad. The crush of life wants me to “move on”, but I think I’ve found a more honest way…
A Eulogy to Bob Cook
There were so many of you who wanted to be there for Dad’s memorial today; but time and distance made it understandably tough. I thought I’d get you the adapted notes of my eulogy for him. Thanks so much for your love and support!
First Birthday Apart…
There are totems and touchstones of my dad everywhere that make me smile. But we are at a big milestone that is making the heaviness return just a bit. It’s a mix of sorrow and gratitude with which I step into his first birthday that I can’t celebrate with him.