History, Real Life, and Faith
We’ve been married a long time and my husband and I have found equilibrium in our foibles, but he still gets impatient when I voice fear–particularly about things that aren’t likely to happen. Some of that is our character–he’s a former steely-eyed killer of the deep, a professional military officer, a risk-taking businessman who trusts in the Lord. I try…
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Four generations of spitting images, that is. I’ve been with my adorable grandchildren this week. Yesterday, I watched my four-year-old grandson build a “house” out of cardboard, chairs, a wheelbarrow, a child’s car, two pieces of plastic, and a lot of imagination. He described what he was doing the whole time. He needed to keep raccoons out of his basement,…
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What is the good–and sometimes better–point of view?
My husband grew up in a nuclear family without local 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 don’t mind being alone, but we’re happy to include folks into whatever we’re…
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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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