Building the Resume

Where are My Lazy Days of Summer?

Grandma's Pennies

My Uterus is Trying to Kill Me
And while I decide whether or not this period is going to finish me off, I have a few things I'd like to get off my chest.To the friend who I saw at Target earlier today, eating lunch with his kids, I'm sorry about being less than cordial. It just seemed ... inappropriate to disclose to you that I was having the period from hell ... and all that. I'd taken the littles to yoga and then to their hard earned trip to the Target dollar section. I just needed to take a few minutes sitting down with Sprite and peppermint gum, face in hands, before getting on with things. So, I'm sorry for being nonchatty.To my son - the little note you wrote me last weekend, asking me t

Giving Thanks
I've noticed several Facebook friends, in the last few days, using their status update to say something they're thankful for. The plan, I believe, is to make it a daily thing until Thanksgiving.Because I am both practical and an overachiever, I am posting 30 things, for the 30 days of November, that I am thankful for ... in no particular order. And I am purposely omitting my husband, my kids, the Bible, the good old U.S of A and the like (unless I get really desperate) because I'm going to assume that you already know I'm thankful for those things.1. night cream2. mashed potatoes3. Saratoga sparkling water in the

Ten Things That Chafe My Hide
... in no particular order ...1. When my husband makes the bed, he carefully lays the pillow shams over the pillows. I know they're called pillow shams, but seriously. Don't be a chump and take it so literally.2. My bottle of ibuprofen has gone missing, so I just resorted to taking some tension headache pills. Acetaminophen and caffeine. 3. One of my earliest memories is that of padding around on the floor on hands and knees, under my crib, during the night - looking for my pacifier. After many years of clenching my teeth during my sleep, I now wear a night guard. And sometimes I lose it during the night, and find myself on hand and knees,

My Favorite Season is Not Fall
It's no secret that I don't do steps well. Our next house is going to to one level. Yesterday I, once again, fell down the stairs.Only ... not really fell. I didn't slip, didn't fall. My ankle twisted on the last step and I went down, hands flailing in the air. It was almost .... Pentecostal. I wish I could have seen it from my audience's point of view (those three silent kids with backpacks on, eyes wide and mouths agape).The part that I appreciate most about my latest disaster, though, is that it comes with a warning. One that I hope and pray you will heed.I twisted my ankle while simultaneously running down the stairs and trying to open a Hers

What the Church Can Do
I've worked in the world of nonprofit for many years now. Both within a church context and outside of that. Lately, I've had some thoughts - one in particular - rolling around in my head (I think there's some extra space there, for thoughts to roll around and around in my head, keeping me up at night, keeping me distracted when I drive).Here it is.Are you ready?There are some things that the church should do, but cannot do, simply because it is "the church."And maybe I'm okay with that right now.Maybe I've been defining "the church" too narrowly.When it comes to caring for our neighbors, really build