We went to Dick’s drive-in in the U-District Thursday (U being University of Washington, for those of you unfamiliar with my exotic, sophisticated, Washingtonian lingo). It wasn’t optional. As far as I know, it’s not possible to drive
I got a card from my not-so-secret pal a few weeks ago. She's eleven, blonde-ish, and creeping up on me height-wise. She lives in the bedroom above mine. As far as secret-pal duties go, she favors sneaking up on me when I'm working and giving me an impressively firm shoulder rub. She likes to bring me coffee when I haven't asked for it, and drop handfuls of Skittles or sour Starburst on my desk whenever she's in possession of a bag ...
How does it happen so quickly? Just a few short memories ago, Andy was a big-eyed four-year old showing me his favorite red truck. In an hour, he’ll arrive with a new show-and-tell: a fiance named Nichelle. I don’t remember watching him
I remember -- distinctly -- how overwhelmed I felt the first time someone suggested an Advent celebration to me. Four nights. I’d have to set aside four nights during the busiest four weeks of the year. Lighting the candles sounded nice. I liked candles. Prayer was fine. I liked prayer. Sitting around a table asking questions and singing songs? That part I could do without ...
With Christmas rapidly approaching, I’d like to offer a suggestion. Instead of asking for socks, Starbucks cards, perfume, clothes … the usual stuff … why not ask that someone make a donation in your name to Gospel for Asia?
I spent twenty minutes patty-caking with Gage yesterday. That moved, naturally, into Little Bunny Foo-Foo, the knee-bounce game we have no name for, and Five Little Monkeys. That last one brought back this memory (and an old post) from a visit