Egg Roll Moments (a.k.a. seeing life in the middle of death)

Looking back on it now, I guess it was a pretty dark time for her, but I remember those egg rolls and smile. I could totally be projecting my own thoughts on my mother, here, but I think those years after my parents’ divorce when my mom did the single-mom-and-teacher thing had to be difficult. It’s not like divorce was as common in the 70s as …

What is good?

My husband and I sit at the end of a long picnic-style table in the restaurant, and I can’t completely tune out the conversation a few feet away, even in the din of the dinner rush. Four men exchange all sorts of ideas in a buoyant conversation, and the generous application of expletives is hard for me to tune out. Then I pick up on a few key wor…

B STILL in a 65 MPH World

B STILL. That’s what the license plate said on the SUV that whipped past me on the freeway. The irony is obvious - a message of calm on the backside of a vehicle built to move as much as possible as fast as possible. But it’s been about two weeks since I saw that license plate in morning traffic, and something about it still bugs me. Is it po…

Removable Adhesive, Velcro, Hot Glue, and other Sticky Stuff

I have more experience with removable adhesive and velcro these days than I ever thought I would need. If you attend my home church, you know about the museum-style display we have in our foyer right now. It’s a major visual element of our current sermon series, and one that’s super important to our Senior Pastor and where we are as congregati…

Warning Signs

It’s been a wild week. Just living in times like these brings a certain amount of cray-cray by nature, but these last few days were a doozy. All of the work of a five-day week got crammed into three because of the calendar (MLK day) and the weather (Austin doesn’t do well with sleet and freezing rain). The work I had on my plate probably could …

Can’t I at least have it in black?

“The black version won’t be available for another two weeks,” the sales guy says. I shuffle my feet, looking down and scowling at concrete floor, surprisingly disappointed. “Okay,” I sigh. “We’ll take it in the regular stainless steel.” And the sales guy taps away on his computer, setting up delivery for our new dishwasher later th…

Fresh Start

Seems like a good time for a fresh start. I mean, the new year isn’t even a week old, the tone of 2018 is set about as firm as jello. And everyone around me talks “clean slate”, “my word for the year”, “resolutions”, and “goals.” Guess this is as good a time as ever. The whole thing is admittedly a bit arbitrary. As a society, we…