This morning, I was listening to Ya Hey by Vampire weekend. The chorus rattled around in my head all morning (“through the fire, through the flame, you won’t even say your name, only I Am that I Am”). At a worship service, the preacher mentioned our identity and how it’s not found in what we…
We live in stressful times. In January 2017, the American Psychological Association reported that Americans were feeling more stress in January than 6 months prior, and it’s no surprise that the majority of the stress was due to the political climate, the future of our nation, and the outcome of the presidential election. This was the biggest…
I’ve always considered myself a neat freak. As a young child I tried to implement a Saturday morning cleaning schedule for our family, with all of the chores assigned accordingly. No, it didn’t work. In grad school I was regularly teased for my excessive use of 409 and obsessive cleaning of my house. I took…
It is 32 degrees outside. It is not the first time I have felt the chill of 32 degrees on my skin, but this morning, gratitude overtook me. I find myself whispering prayers of gratitude for walls and doors and windows and roofs, for heaters and warm clothes and that I’m never cold for long….
I was asked to write a poem based on “Where I Am From” by George Ella Lyon. It led me to memories sweet and painful, a warm heart, laughter and tears, over and over. Here it is… Where I Am From I am from Sooner sojourners I am from I-80, I-40, I-20, I-35, I sleep…
