Becky’s Fabulous Frittata.
What I love the most about my friend Becky is that she loves the life around the recipes she shares. (You first met her when she made this wonderful...
Voice in the Dark.
(prayer from The Praying Tree by Michael Leunig) I didn’t mean to wake up before dawn. But then again, I don’t ever really mean to wake up too early...
Guinness Pie. And Jesus.
I know Jesus favored wine for special occasions, but I can just picture Him, resting comfortably in a big old leather armchair in an Irish pub, engaged in a...
The Journey Not Carefully Planned.
There are threads of common union woven in the stories of the heroes I’ve met in my lifetime. Now, to be clear, my heroes are very rarely those with...
I Know What’s Wrong.
I awoke today to the sound of chimes. They were on my smartphone, telling me of the things that need to be done. Now. By hour. It’s the weekend,...
A Word for 2014: Redeem.
Last year was a first for me. A nudge to select a word and allow it to be written into my calendar days with India Ink intensity. The word...
Step Away.
“We must be careful with our lives, for Christ’s sake, because it would seem that they are the only lives we are going to have in this puzzling and...
Here & There. Words for This Day.
In the dark night’s stillness Love came down God robed Himself in humanity And the world held its breath awaiting the cry of an infant son. Hands raised...
Ugly Little. (A note to December)
Well, here you are, December. Advent begins. The expectant waiting. The anticipation. The something more. You are a reminder to me that there is true beauty waiting to bloom...
Holy Wow. Lust-Worthy Chicken.
(enters little confessional known as this blog post) OK, I think I may have a bit of a problem. I’ve been swept away. I’m in lust. I’ll admit it....
Steaks, Sides, and An Apology.
I call this place Kitchen Therapy – that safe space where good conversation and good food blend together to feed our souls. There’s been a lot of celebrating at...
A Slippery Slope.
Strange hands taking my wrist again Somehow I’m still alone Voices shaking my steps again And I follow I heard it again just this week. Some well-meaning person...
