Last summer I’d watch him with his chainsaw, twisting, slicing, carving. Calling a dolphin out of a tree trunk. I never got to watch him long–since I was always in the car on my way to the library or somewhere else “in town.” But when I’d seem him out there, I’d slow down–on this main, […]
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Turning a Planked Eye
So I can’t calm down about this Penn State horror story. I alternate between wanting to throw up and go beat someone up. Without actually doing either. I’m outraged–of course–that child-molesting and child-raping monsters roam this earth. But someone, right now, my outrage is fueled by the people who cover-up their crimes and enable this […]
Glorious Grumbling
I know myself well enough to do what I did in the last post: to offer a question and sort of imply I’ll answer it soon. Well, a month later, here I am. Though, I must say, the commenters, I believe answered the question well for me. Tim wrote: “What is a fair definition of […]
Is Grumbling A Sin?
As soon as I said it, I knew it could be trouble. So as soon as I said–during an interview on Moody Radio’s Midday Connection–that Jesus “did some grumbling” in the Garden of Gethsemane, I made a mental note, prepared to get some push-back. Not from the hosts–Anita Lustrea and Melinda Schmidt, who understood what I […]
Grieving the Bad, Celebrating the Good
When my first book, Mama’s Got a Fake I.D., came out, I didn’t have a book release party. Truth be told, I’m not a big party person. I’m a small gathering sort of person. As I’ve discussed elsewhere, as relational as I am, I’m also introverted–so just the word party wears me out. But this […]
Googling Nudists & Other Vulnerabilities
As I’ve been interviewed about Grumble Hallelujah, I almost always asked two questions: 1. Where did the title from? And 2. How was it to write the very vulnerable opening story about crying on the kitchen floor? The first question is easy enough to answer. I even write about it in my acknowledgments (I was […]
