Mirror

This morning, Macy (my three year-old) sat on my lap as I finished up blow-drying my hair. I do this particular activity from the “seat” of the toilet – lid down! – and the toilet faces the bathroom mirror. I said something to her and she responded with a particular expression that I recognized immediately as my own. Dan was in the bedroom so I called to him, “Just now I saw exactly...

Last Friday I Went to Jail . . .

. . . and I’m not sure if I’ve ever been put to better use. Our church commits to a Friday night chapel service once a month at a women’s prison about two hours from our campus. I had never been before, but when Dan returned from his visit a few months ago he told me I would love it. Love prison? Yeah, he kinda knows me. What I love is being useful. What I love is doing things that make a...

“We Demand Windows”

This is why I read. And probably one of the reasons I write. From C. S. Lewis, as quoted in The Christian Imagination (Shaw Books 2002): What then is the good of – what is even the defence for – occupying our hearts with stories of what never happened and entering vicariously into feelings which we should try to avoid having in our own person? Or of fixing our inner eye earnestly on things that can...

Cover Girl

Claire and I have been working on a little project for an upcoming Children’s Hospital Radiothon planned for Friday, August 27th, in Columbia, Missouri. Most of you know Claire was a preemie at Children’s nearly 8 years ago, and we have a special place in our hearts for so many staff members there. One of our photographer friends, Jaymes, had asked to take some studio shots of Claire in the Spring. They...

Personality Soundtrack

I’ve been asked before to write a post or two (or four) that explores the uniqueness of each of my kids. Last weekend I shot some really terrible video of the kids swimming at our mini-vacation (the real one is coming up next week). Dan and I actually laugh about the quality of the video. (Don’t blame me – iPhone doesn’t believe in service to my corner of the world, and I don’t have a...