Surprise, surprise
I love surprises. Which is why I have a much higher tolerance than the average person for airports, Walmarts and friends who suck at planning. Are you groaning? You must be one of those people who...
View ArticleDo you find me changed?
I saw the look on your face, the one that told me my response to you was oh so inconvenient and not at all what you had planned. It said, without words, “You’ve changed.” Have I? How very observant of...
View ArticleTwo girls entered a wood . . . which one are you?
One emerged a skillful, confident woman; the other remained a helpless girl. The question, friends, is–which one are you? I come from a seemingly long line of independent women, women who did not...
View ArticleLearning to love my fellow man: an experiment at the amusement park
Think you have it all together? You’re calm, zenlike, a true Bodhisattva? You’re a good Christian, loving your fellow man even when it’s hard? I’ll believe that, my friend, when I see you maintain your...
View ArticleSearch and rescue
My mother, when she was dying, said to me, “There are no wrong answers, Kris.” She was speaking from the vantage point of someone who has nothing left to lose. Someone with the luxury of looking back...
View ArticleDoors, windows and an open path
My walls are filled with doors and windows. By that, I do not mean three-dimensional wood and glass versions, but rather paintings and photographs of doors and windows. And paths. I did not...
View ArticleAbandon awaits
Now that’s mojo right there, friends. Upside down, arms up (or down, depending on how you look at it), smile at the ready. Did I mention his fear of heights? Yes, before this shot, No. 1 son was still...
View ArticleThe silver-tongued devil in my life
On second thought . . . . . . the cliff diving was not such a good idea. When I was a teen, I went with friends to a local lake. This particular lake featured a cliff that people dove off quite...
View ArticleWayfaring
Before I was truly awake and functioning this morning, I found myself stepping from a boat into the ocean off the coast of Maui. Relatively calm, with a bit of a southern swell, the water enveloped me...
View ArticleThe time between door slams
The door slammed and I heard my sons’ voices fade into the night. I believe they were bantering about the World Series, and whether their hometown Cubbies or my hometown Indians should win. And then,...
View Article“Hey, can I tell you something?”
At first, I learned to prepare for it. Later, I sometimes even looked forward to it. And now I’m going to miss it. “Hi, Miss Kristine!” The tiny girl voice wafts through the backyard before I even have...
View ArticlePirate Mom
I wasn’t raised to swashbuckle. When I birthed two boys, it did not take long for me to realize I was going to have to learn how to do so. As they dove off of staircases, thinking they could fly like...
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