In recent months, a few of you have asked about why I’m posting less often on this blog—apologies for not giving an explanation sooner. In short, it’s because I’m working full time as a biographer for a family history and storytelling company. So although I’m…
A few months ago, I wrote a blog post about “Questions and Answers,” cataloging my journey of the questions I asked when I was a toddler, all the way up to the questions that I ask now. But today, as I was thinking back on…
Spring is sometimes a tease. She peeks her head out from behind Winter’s skirts just long enough to get us excited before ducking back and leaving us to shiver for a few more weeks. I can’t complain about the random 60+ degree days we’ve been…
Ten years ago, when my family moved to the home where they live now, my dad planted several fruit trees in our tiny “orchard.” Apples, peaches, plums—we hoped for all of them. But first we had to wait. And wait. And wait. Some little trees…
“Captain Matthews.” “Yes?” “They’ve made the final decision. You’ve been chosen.” “ . . . thank you, Commander.” # The thing about tragedies is that they never come one at a time. They come one after another, like hailstones, so quickly you don’t notice the…