Memories Have Weight (or, On Returning to my Elementary School)

By | October 20th, 2017|A Contemplative Life, My Life|

I don't know exactly when I forgot this, but yesterday I remembered: memories carry a certain weight, the kind that presses in around the temples, heavy like an x-ray apron on the chest. Like a subtle strain of asthma, they can constrict the breathing, even slow down time. Walking into [...]

What Happened 20 Years Ago This Month

By | October 18th, 2017|A Contemplative Life, My Life|

That's me at the far right, 20 years ago. Yes, I had blond hair. There's no rational explanation for that. Twenty years is an eternity. Twenty years is yesterday. Twenty years ago this month I was a junior at Messiah College, finding my way, losing my way, finding [...]

To Those of Us Who are Feeling Underestimated

By | October 17th, 2017|A Contemplative Life, The Little People in the House|

Photo by Brunel Johnson via Unsplash The weekend was long and tiring, filled with wonderful things and busy things and fewer spare moments than I would have liked. This is life. We are still learning. Our 8-year-old is probably the most passionate and insistent one among us. When [...]

An Exciting Announcement and a New Season in my Writing Life

By | August 8th, 2017|A Contemplative Life, Fiction, Identity, On Writing|

As Bob Dylan sang once upon a time, “The times, they are a changin’.” Have you ever felt your life slowly going in a new direction, even a good direction, but you still felt hesitant about the change because of the unknown variables? Maybe you had the opportunity to take [...]

Exit Through the Wilderness

By | July 10th, 2017|A Contemplative Life, Books|

Photo by Freddie Marriage via Unsplash Check out this guest post by my friend Zach Hoag, and then go buy his book, The Light is Winning, a book "for anyone who is anxious about the future of the church and their place in it." * * * * [...]

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Glimpses of Eden at a Funeral

By | July 6th, 2017|A Contemplative Life, Books, Courageous People of Lancaster|

There are a few really good souls in this world, and Caleb Wilde is one of them. We met a few years ago when he won a writing contest I held on my blog and, in lieu of the reward, he asked for coffee with me. Nice guy, right? I [...]

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When I Tried to Teach My Son to Ride His Bike

By | July 3rd, 2017|A Contemplative Life, Identity, On Writing, The Little People in the House|

It is a warm day, the day he turns eight years old, and he eats his birthday waffles and drinks his birthday coffee - decaf - and while the morning sun in North Carolina burns off the nighttime rain, he begs to go out and try his bike for the [...]

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