History, Real Life, and Faith
Four generations of spitting images, that is. I’ve been with my adorable grandchildren this week and yesterday watched my four-year-old grandson build a “house” out of cardboard, chairs, a wheelbarrow, plastic child’s car, two pieces of plastic and a lot of imagination. He described what he was doing the whole time, explaining the need to keep raccoons out of his…
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What is the good–and sometimes better–point of view?
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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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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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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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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