His Mom

One of my first prayers, when news breaks of a mass shooting, is for the family of the alleged shooter. It is grievously hard to lose a loved one, beyond horrible to lose a loved one to violence, but to be the mom of the one who caused the terror—there are no words....

Best and Worst

Parenting is the most rewarding job I’ve ever had. It’s also the least rewarding, the most joyful and the most miserable. I suspect I’m not alone in this assessment. As the mother of young adults, I can look back and discern what made the difference...

Remember

Remember A word that invokes passion. Remember 911. Remember injustice. And the panic of I don’t remember. It is a word that invokes poignancy. Remember high school. Remember your first car. Sometimes we need to work at remembering. Elie Wiesel, a Holocaust...

Shield Maiden

I was a shield maiden. (Yes, I watched Vikings even though I closed my eyes during the violence which means they were closed a LOT.) When Ty was a little fellow, we were very conservative in what and how much TV he viewed.  The criticism and belittling from...

The Pattern Search

I decided to write a book. Notebook ready, freshly sharpened pencils at hand, I stared at the blank page. How to start? Kneeling before the bookcase, I pulled out a stack of my favorite novels. Book one started with a description of the weather. Book two started with...