The height and depth and breadth of parables happen around us all the time. But sometimes, you must wait a lifetime to realize the significance of the moment. Kernels of truth dropped in mundane soil will bear fruit only when given space in your memory. My parable starts with a sticky preschooler I knew well and was trying to raise …
I took the whole “train-up-a-child” thing very literally. When I vacuumed, two-year-old Hannah slung a child-sized broom around the room. When I dusted, she took a Kleenex and tired to wear a hole into her designated spot on the coffee table. When I washed the dishes, her little 24-month old arms drug a chair next to me, …
I was five when I experienced my first Halloween Carnival. Now, I would like to say that it was called a Fall Festival or something clever, but this was in the sixties before Halloween truly became something scary. My mother walked through the cake walk with me and a little girl I knew won the brownies my mom had …
The year was 1988. We’d made our big move to Taiwan – lock, stock and a barrel with two monkeys. Our stateside friends thought we had done something heroic and yet I knew in my heart that something was very wrong. The adjustment hadn’t gone as well as I’d expected and four-year-old Hannah …
