Category: waiting

The days of small things

“I see you’re climbing mountains again young lady!” an older gentleman’s words startle me out of my own thoughts as we pass each other on the sidewalk. I’m walking up a hill a couple of miles from my …

How to stand in line

The check-out line at Old Navy gives me hives. Especially when the clock is ticking away seconds until my feet need to be planted at the bus stop. I just need one pair of pants; a pair that …

The one way to avoid the hustle of a new season

An orange one subject wide-ruled spiral notebook. It said it right there in the middle of the 4th-grade school supply list. Like it was no big deal. Right between pencils, pens, and erasers. Like it would be just …

Do you know how to turn this thing around?

  They waited all week for that kayak. The one we had promised to rent while on vacation. The one that, yes, they would be allowed to take out by themselves. Their dad said that, not me. I …

The days of small steps

George has the greatest smile I’ve ever seen. It is the first thing I notice when I meet him. He flashes his grin, refers to me as “young lady” and immediately becomes my new best friend. George can’t …

Growing roses when you have a brown thumb

I have rifled through albums and boxes of pictures from my growing up years and made an impressive discovery. Photography in the 1970’s and 80’s was not a thing like it is now. I was searching for a …

For when you are in-between

It’s February, right? The month of roses, cupid, Valentine hearts and cold winter wind? February. Here in the South, though, the dogwoods are blooming, the sun is shining, I’m wearing flip flops and the boys are already whining about the heat. …

How to stop being the holder of all the things

In our family, I have a very special and coveted title. I am the holder of all the things: the discarded sweatshirts, the muddy shoes, the unneeded hats, the random rocks, precious leaves, pre-chewed gum, tiny little reward stars, water bottles, tissues, backpacks. There …

Knocking on doors that won’t open and seeking answers

Knocking on doors is a favorite activity in our neck of the woods. We live in a neighborhood packed full of active little adventure seeking boys. And every afternoon my youngest hardly finishes the last word of his daily reading assignment …

The Truth about Joy — the Fourth in our Advent Series

The joy candle is broken. You can see it up there in the picture. And I keep forgetting to buy a new one. As if a trip to the store could simply replace the broken joy. I believe it …