“Wait for me,” he called to her when they were children trudging through freshly fallen snow. She didn’t wait. But eventually he caught up. And they built elegant snow angels and elaborate fortresses together. “Wait for me,” he begged twelve years later when she fled their gloomy hometown and he,…
When I was a kid, my paternal grandparents came to stay with us almost every weekend. They didn’t live far – just an hour and a half away in Milwaukee – so their frequent visits were a mainstay in our weekend plans. The frequency of their visits lent a sort…
“It’s not 7:00 yet, Jack,” I murmured groggily. Slowly, but quietly, my son plodded out of our room and I heard his bedroom door gently shut. Soon – too soon – he returned, however, crawling into our bed, elbows stabbing my eye and knees pushing into my side. “It’s 7:00,”…
Gratitude is an art of painting an adversity into a lovely picture. ~Kak Sri Thanksgiving Day is nearly upon us. That splendid time of year when we gather with friends and family, stuff our bellies, and give thanks for all the blessings that have been bestowed upon us. Thanksgiving might…
He that cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself; for every man has need to be forgiven. — Thomas Fuller “I’m sorry” is a common phrase around our house. It seems that I need to forgive or ask for forgiveness on an almost daily basis.…
The following post originally appeared at Quest for Meaning on October 9, 2012. “Wasn’t that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted.” —Abraham Verghese, “Cutting for Stone” I was born and raised in rural Wisconsin. Our town had a population of just over…