We Northwoods folk are basking in the sweetness of a few Spring days. False Spring before Second Winter, the cynical among us call it. But still, to stroll the block without coats, to crack the window for the midnight owls’ song, to watch the squirrels chase each other through the woods…it’s a gift before the … Continue reading Before the Snow Returns
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Spaghetti Again
Spaghetti again—or is it?
How Far We Go
How far will we go to meet a new grandson? No distance is too far!
Where I Make My Home
My grandmother’s church in Alsted, Denmark I started 2025 with a goal of finding my theological home. Over the course of a few months I read books on theology: Covenantalism, Dispensationalism, Arminianism, Calvinism…. In my studies, I learned that none of these things are easily explained. They all are informed by years of history and … Continue reading Where I Make My Home
Another Ordinary, Holy Day
Under snow-frosted trees, with visible breath I ask it. Perhaps you’ve asked it too. Rinsing the dish I’ve rinsed a thousand times before, I wonder. Maybe you’ve wondered too. Do I matter? Am I seen? There was once a peasant girl bearing the most common of names, going about her ordinary day—who was seen. Noticed. … Continue reading Another Ordinary, Holy Day
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Climb the Hill
I jerked awake, heart pounding. Men’s voices came from the deep darkness outside my window. My husband gone that night, I mentally ran through my options. A call to the sheriff would be routed to a city 30 minutes away. I didn't own a weapon outside of a softball bat. Our house backed up to … Continue reading Climb the Hill
Who I Was Waiting For
I was waiting for a better version of me. Thinner, more accomplished, minus the hundred tiny shards of awkwardness crowding my chest every time I entered a room. I was waiting for her for half my life, but she never arrived. She wasn't real, after all, but a whisper of longing and sometimes harsh expectations, … Continue reading Who I Was Waiting For
What We Haven’t Heard
I'm coming up on my third year of wearing hearing aids. Yes, I'm a bit young for this. Also yes, I should have done it many years ago. My father, bless him, not only left me his extraordinarily large feet, but also the family trait of hearing loss. (Thankfully, he left his balding head to … Continue reading What We Haven’t Heard
Written in the Clouds
There's something holy about sunsets. Long after it sets, the sun’s light lingers in the lavender clouds drifting slowly over me as I stand in my front yard, small against the majesty. Each evening brings the chance to pause; to consider the art and Artist speaking in silent extravagance. We visited Italy last year, and … Continue reading Written in the Clouds
In the Alley
We found it, unexpectedly, in a back alley of Riga, Latvia’s Old Town. “Sinagoga”, the plaque read, and I peered through the gate to spy a Star of David over the door. The building had been restored after the ravages of the Holocaust followed by the persecution of Soviet rule. Now security cameras followed me … Continue reading In the Alley
A View of the Lake 