Religion

What Will We Do With What We Know?

What Will We Do With What We Know?

An interesting thing about being married for almost three decades is that I have gotten pretty good at predicting how Chad will feel about things. The knowledge that I’ve gained over these years goes far beyond the trivia that when he’s eating a hamburger he likes mayonnaise on one bun and mustard on the other. Or that he likes to hang his freshly dry cleaned clothes facing right and his laundered clothes facing left in his closet. Or even that he’s been taking 20 minute power naps every day since was in his 20s.

One Childhood

One Childhood

I became a mother at 27 years old. I took to it. I was never a child who wanted to hold babies like many of my friends did. I was happy to see babies across the room, feeling no desire to take one in my arms, to try to talk to them, or to even take all that much interest in them. I honestly wasn’t sure how strong my maternal instinct would be, given that I didn’t ever babysit or have younger siblings, and in fact, the first diaper I ever changed in my life was the inaugural diaper that my firstborn dirtied.

Little Things

Little Things

Four-year old Ivy and I stepped out onto a sunny street, plastic bags in hand to collect all the unnoticed treasures of a small-town neighborhood in the early spring. It was 72 degrees, and we ventured without jackets, without the itchy and sometimes cumbersome articles of clothing that winter forces on us. Just lightweight long-sleeves, jeans, and tennis shoes that were anxious to move.

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