This isn’t about the Uproar.
This week, a man went on trial for murder. Eight of them. Seven infants. One woman. This week, there was an uproar that more was not made of the...
Cheating with Limoncello | LiMadeleine Torte
So, I talk a lot about how good it is for my soul to spend time sitting at the table – or standing in the kitchen – with others....
Vulnerable (willing).
This isn’t really a story, but more about the beginnings of one. Call it a diary entry – or a pledge – or a reminder to not be afraid....
Invitation to My Table (and a secret recipe).
So, what is the purpose of a table? Is it merely to hold the dishes and the drinks? Is it just four legs and a slab? Oh no, it...
In the Deafening Silence.
Rooster crows. Doves cry. Hammers ring. People jeer. Voice cries out. Thunder echoes. Stone scrapes. {deafening silence} Stone scrapes. Doves cry. One weeps. One speaks. People cheer. It’s Saturday....
30 Pieces.
If I had one last meal, I wouldn’t spend it with the person I knew would betray me – Love does. ~ Bob Goff They’ve been with Him...
Father of the Hand-written.
There is not one who slips by unnoticed. There is not one who is anonymous to Him. Every name, every face, every small detail. He knows. All divinely hand-made,...
The Perfect One. (to Ian)
Yes, most of the posts on this blog – in the section marked “life” – are about this ChristStumbler. The stories are about things I’m being taught as I...
Self-Sustained.
The sun warms the ground below me as I lie on the grass and stare into the vast South Texas blue sky. Around me, the stone walls of the...
Coco-Lime Cheesecakes. Celebrate Spring.
I saw my first bluebonnet. It was a little thing, peeking rather shyly behind a stone – I almost missed it as I ran along the trail by my...
A Welcome Home.
I’ll admit it, my eyes do gleam a little when I talk about food. And yes, I do read cookbooks like romance novels. I have done Snoopy dances after...
Courage in the Unfinished.
There are moments when life seems to flow from the pen in beautiful poetry and prose, and there are times when it feels more like an unfinished sentence –...
