I Ran Into an Old Enemy But Didn’t Recognize Him at First
I ran into an old enemy last weekend but I didn’t recognize him at first. On a walk last Friday night with my friend, she and I walked on sand-colored boardwalks over a prairie marsh. Olive grasshoppers bounded knee high and wild raspberry bushes climbed four feet tall, up and onto the walkway, leaning out…
Of Flour Dough and Romance
I measure handfuls of flour, the silky white dust slipping under my fingernails and coating my inner fingers. Radhika taught me this, how to make home-made Indian roti bread. I count handfuls of flour, “five, six,” and then pause to wonder how much bread Mark and I will eat for lunch with our chicken schwarmas.…
He Doesn’t Know I Am Watching
I saw him again this week. I hadn’t seen him for a few months and suddenly there he was. He didn’t see me. He doesn’t even know me, and yet he has made an impact on me. But, before him… before seeing this gentleman… there was a wedding venue. She arrives glowing, shoulder-length dark hair…
In the Garden of Gethsemane in Israel: An Easter Glimpse
“The Greeks have butchered my language,” he grins. Ophir is our Jewish tour guide in Israel. We’re standing in an enclosed garden with olive trees and flowers, our group of twenty-three people and Ophir. “Gethsemane should be gat shemanim, place of oil, oil presses,” Ophir said. “Jesus and his disciples would have been praying…
Israel-Bound!
“Your shekels are in,” she said, this short-blonde-haired bank teller who shares my name. My heart jumped. Shiny green and yellow paper currency sparkles now in the sunlight on my kitchen table. Silver threads and imprints refract light. We are heading to Israel. My husband and I are joining a group from our church and…
Navigating the New Year, Awash with Wonder and Life
“Pardon me.” I smile at her, catching the woman’s eyes. “Your scarf’s on the floor. I don’t know if it’s wet…” my voice trails off, and I glance at the floor. Dry near her, puddles pool nonetheless elsewhere. Fresh white snow outside has been plowed and pushed into fifteen feet high mountainous walls, ringing parking…
The Woman Through the Window
“We’re going back to what’s familiar,” she said, smiling at her companion, “our normal version of Cribbage.” The older gentleman with her says something I can’t hear. Their voices are a dim hum behind me, flitting in and out of my attention. A woman across from me slices her egg frittata and pierces a bite…
Back to School and Empty Shoes
Turning into a parking lot full of cars, I pull into a space and switch off the engine. Eighth grade Daniel in the chair beside me folds his tall lanky body over to grab his backpack. “Okay, classes with prefixes A or B are in that building,” I point behind us, “and classrooms with C-prefixes…
Fire Alarms and an Ancient Prayer Circle
(The photo above is not of my son, but the prayer concept looks similar. Photo Credit: J. Tyson, Unsplash Media) So many of us were crowding around John that the fingers of my right hand could barely touch his back and right shoulder. People pressed in close on all sides as our youth group students…
Surprised by Friendships Crafted in 32 Weeks
A knock at the door. Faces rippled and blurred in their movement behind the door’s cut glass window. Arriving in groups of two or four, they walked up our driveway, past the newly-cleaned flower beds where iris plants stood tall in narrow green wedges and daisy plants grouped in loping round-edged leaf clumps. “Welcome!” “You…