I’ve been an elder at our church for over six months now and at times, I feel like I did when the nurses left the room and didn’t take my newborn with them. What? Why are you leaving me with this creature? I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m not capable. I’m going to mess … Continue reading Not prepared.
Rough draft.
I have so many rough drafts. Some might suggest that this is evidence of my creativity, my imagination, my optimistic and hopeful thinking. Others might say these are signs of failure, inability to finish what I start, lack of motivation, missing focus and endurance. I think in reality, this is proof of both scenarios. Just … Continue reading Rough draft.
Contentment.
Small bed.
Clearly, she fits, or she has decided she does. Further proof that greyhounds are cats in dog bodies.
Frindle.
Years back, when I was first beginning to consider being a teacher, I was given a copy of Frindle. It’s a book about how we alter dictionaries over time, how we make words become words, and how language is magical. Language is history, a time stamp, an ever changing record that tells us who we … Continue reading Frindle.
Soylent.
We realized shortly after my first child was born that I had a tendency to forget to eat. This wasn’t an issue prior to nursing a baby. On demand feeding meant that I was in my recliner often and getting up to cook something for myself was sometimes not an option. If I wasn’t in … Continue reading Soylent.
A body in the river and a face on a billboard.
There is a billboard on the main road past our neighborhood. The face of a black man is gigantic, towering over the road. I’ve driven by this sign multiple times now, and I wonder how his family feels, knowing that his disappearance and death will likely remain a mystery. Their loved one went missing, later … Continue reading A body in the river and a face on a billboard.
Calm.
I've always loved the moon, and I'm not sure of any particular reason why. It represents many things. Sleep, space, exploration, possibility, competition, sharing, adventure, a wave rushing past my toes and sinking me further into the sand. The moon is the place where footprints don't disappear. It is the calm beacon in the sky, … Continue reading Calm.
Waffles.
I'm not sure why, but waffles are one of those things that seem to make kids happy. The week following a time change is brutal for families and my boys have been dragging out of bed, groggily sitting down, still wrapped in their blankets. They can make their own food in the morning, but many … Continue reading Waffles.
When animals love us.
I’ve felt for quite some time that God gave us dogs to help us feel the things inside we need to grow, stretch, and breath again. Dogs have a way of reaching into our hearts and giving us strength to wake up and live. They do not need us as wild animals have proven time … Continue reading When animals love us.
Beka Tucker 