And why that changes how I view his death My brother died last Sunday. He had suffered greatly, fought hard, … Continue reading My Brother’s Death Is Not the End of the Story
I left the M&Ms where he couldn’t reach them. I never thought that 1) he would reach them and 2) he would disregard doctor’s orders. Continue reading My Brother’s Guilty Pleasure Made Me the Guilty One
(Spoiler Alert: I Need to Do It Again) “In two more days I will have read through the entire Bible … Continue reading I Read the Bible in One Year; This Is What It Did for Me
I Chose a Phrase Instead: “Jesus, take my head.” “Let me have your head,” the massage therapist told me. She … Continue reading Have You Picked a Word for 2020?
If you had to use a fragile clay pot to contain something precious, wouldn’t you take the utmost care with it? Continue reading Why Put So Much Effort Into a Body That Is Wasting Away?
I search for more in all the wrong places when what I really need is less of me and more of Jesus. Continue reading What I Really Want Is Less of Me
This post is about friends who help us to be the person we’d like to be, told through my experiences with both failure and grace. Continue reading What If You Fail to Be Who You Thought You’d Be?
Isn’t it possible for something to get worse in such tiny increments that I fail to recognize “worse” until it’s completely broken? Continue reading How do you know when something is really broken?
On writing a eulogy for my mother “Well, Tal,” I had said at my mother’s memorial service, “Maybe she’ll forget.” … Continue reading The final shade of death: She doesn’t have Alzheimer’s anymore!
I had always wanted children. I simply had no idea that raising them — or parenting them once their decisions were all theirs — could feel so hard. Continue reading Parenting Rule #1: Stop looking the “gift horse” in the mouth
The difference wasn’t that I added anything to my routine. The difference was that I did what I thought I had been doing. Continue reading Do what you thought you were doing
I had thoughts of “He will make your paths straight” (Prov. 3:6) and “Just keep swimming” (Dory in Finding Nemo), but, mostly I thought about a foot lamp. Continue reading Your action might make the difference. Act.
Within view of my kitchen is a banana spider in a large, often messy web. She reminds me of myself — except for the fact that I’m fairly certain she ate her husband last night. Continue reading 5 lessons I learned from a spider not named Charlotte
I was snuggled with my husband for a couple minutes before saying goodbye for the day. “Tori can’t say goodbye … Continue reading Hellos are far superior to goodbyes
The irony of a freeze in Florida isn’t so much that Boston ferns can’t tolerate the cold. It’s that the freeze in Florida showed me God’s power and my lack thereof. Continue reading One takeaway from the irony of a freeze in Florida
Recently, I’ve spent most of my weekends weeding my yard, and I’ve found what I termed “a metaphor for my life.” Getting into the yard to pull weeds is evidence of the hope I’ve found in this near chaos. Continue reading My yard is a metaphor for my life
Hurricane Irma — aka “the largest Atlantic hurricane ever,” “the monster storm” and “killer hurricane” after its first deaths were … Continue reading The “calm” before Hurricane Irma
Prayers, please! As I type, my friend Connie is at the hospital undergoing surgery to remove a lobe of her lung that encases a nodule. Continue reading Connie’s got this — but pray anyway, please!