1. You become unabashedly open about what you want. 2. You start to care less and less – by the week – what other people think. 3. You become more understanding of what other people do to get through, but that doesn’t mean you’d do it that way. 4. Small things make you laugh and […]
Author: Lisa
Judge Ye Not on the Boob Tube
Don’t put up defenses — TV is full of garbage. It’s a square (or flat rectangle if you’re hip and have a flat screen which I’m sure Nick and I will get sometime in the next 38 years) mess full of the darkest parts of human nature. It celebrates infidelity and violence and offers a […]
A Poem for My Son
Happy 17 Months Angel Remembering 12/20/2009 you came with a push and a gush that blew out every candle in my life and set ablaze a fire that fueled itself with blood my blood two sets of arms, pressing down on my middle my head rose with a Oh! and my shoulders popped up and […]
Isaiah 17 Months
Isaiah sees something new and says in his cute boyish baby talk, “Oh WOW!” That’s basically the reaction I’m hoping for when he sees the new masthead. May is over half over and I finally have the new masthead up. OH WOW! Speaking of my beautiful baby — I think I can safely report that’s […]
What the May Masthead Looks Like
Since my hard drive crashed, I’ve had a new hard drive put in, an upgrade of my general software and installed a new photo editing system. Lots of kinks to work through — and I still haven’t been able to get my masthead up yet. This is what it looks like. Moving it into the […]
How Chocolate Chip Cookies Can Save Your Life
My hard drive crashed in El Salvador and I lost all my editing software (see the golden masthead above with no lettering). Two conferences. My sister got married. I photographed Nick’s cousin’s wedding. And life continued to march right along. And then last night I was walloped with a fever that had my teeth chattering […]
My Easter Bunny
Here’s my easter bunny. It’s hard to believe that one year ago he was this pudgy little thing who didn’t move around very much. Today he is a precocious and lovable sparkplug, the key to my heart. Nothing could be a greater reminder of new life than my baby. Hope your holiday was filled with […]
What Lent and Easter Taught Me
I wrote for 40 days (even if my numbering was a little off) more or less. I gave up chocolate. I prayed more. I avoided negative thoughts. And I remembered to turn to love in times of emotional distress. All good things. If only I could continue these habits and form them into life patterns. […]
40 Days of Writing, Day 37: Good Friday Reflection
I was asked to give a reflection during the Good Friday service this year. I just presented it a few hours ago. A family that prays together, stays together. These were the words of my mother when I was growing up when she would call me, my sister, and my brothers to the living room […]
40 Days of Writing, Day 36: Poverty, Prayer, and the Human Heart
I don’t know how to write about El Salvador. So I guess I’ll begin there: why I can’t write about it. There’s too much to write. Too many critical things that I’ve already forgotten. Things that can only be felt in the midst of the mountains, in the air of poverty, in the decisions of […]