Category Archives: faith
Heather’s No Good-Horrible-Terrible-Very Bad Day(s)
I am seriously pissed off. My bad day started yesterday when two different friends confided that they’re struggling with insensitive husbands. Now, my marriage, as many of my close friends and all of facebook knows, is so far from a Saturday afternoon picnic that it doesn’t actually include any picnic paraphernalia at all, except, perhaps (…) MORE »
Neverending Story
I’m sitting with my son in the back of the emergency room. We’ve been waiting 2 hours for the attending social work or psychiatrist or whomever to decide whether I can take him home, or whether he’ll be packed into an ambulance and driven to the pediatric hospital an hour away. We’re here because my (…) MORE »
The Book of Job
“Fine. No books tonight, Sören. I love you. Good night.” Sören scrunches his sandy eyebrows and puckers his lips. With his overgrown, homemade haircut he looks like a Beatle with some serious indigestion. “Not fair!” My persecuted rock star has spent the last year rehearsing his intonation, frustration, connotation, and implication on the frets of a single (…) MORE »
A PRAYER FOR HER LIFE – A Short Story
“Lord, please take care of her. She’s so frail…” I falter and don’t know what else to say. If God knows my deepest thoughts, why do I ever bother trying to pray? Then I think of my husband and his sister, Lee. The way she clung to me in the airport last night. “At least, (…) MORE »
Seed Saving
Buddhists teach that attachment is not useful, causes suffering. I am not Buddhist but I struggle with this belief because I am a saver—I like to keep, preserve. Remember. And I am also a keeper of things out of sheer pragmatism. I could need them later. But today, today my mother showed me a different way—that (…) MORE »
Awakening
There were the “Well, I think…” years. Then came, “I was just reading this book….” After graduate school and before children came the era of, “I was listening to NPR and….” Now, my contributions to the few adult conversations I manage to have begin with, “My counselor and I were just talking about….” I’m too (…) MORE »
