I’m married to a logical, reasonable man who grew up in a nuclear family with plenty of older sisters but not many other relatives. He likes quiet and order and is perfectly happy to spend time thinking and reading by himself. He had the (mis?)fortune to marry me–a woman who grew up in an Italian family devoted to relationships. We…
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Where with World am I?
My father-in-law gave us a subscription to American Spectator magazine some 30 years ago. I ying and yang on my opinion of the magazine; it often seems way too harsh. But about 20 years ago they encouraged readers to send in photos of themselves reading American Spectator. My favorite was the Army officer reading the magazine while sitting in one…
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On Keeping My Options Open–Because You Never Know
I grew up in a household with a mercurial, creative, option-loving parent. He meant well, but his word simply wasn’t good–at least in the plans he made for us. (His word was a bond in business and he paid dearly for his loyal ethics). That meant for me, things often felt out of control. I didn’t know what would happen…
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The Unceasing Hunt for Order
I’m seeking order, as usual. My colleague Wendy Lawton and I share a major belief. We both think if we can find an orderly system of management, our life will become simpler, more controllable and efficient. I’m not sure why Wendy is so convinced, but my past as a military wife bears some responsibility for my dream. Thirteen times we…
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The Theology of a Rumpled Bed
What does a rumpled bed have to do with theology? While praying over the issues in friends’ lives recently, I wished I could take their lives, fling them out like bedsheets, and smooth them out again as when making a bed. If only they could start again at the beginning, instead of muddling through the current mess. I shook my…
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Humility in the Face of Their Courage
The amazing courage of pioneers
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