
Paralyzing Panic
My son cannot cross the street without me. He is no toddler. The kid is 13 years old. Thirteen. And he cannot cross the street alone. It sounds ridiculous and yet this is my invented reality. A reality that might make you laugh before realizing you are the only one with a smile. You see, it's summer and my firstborn is too old for kid camps apparently (though I swear he was just in a crib last week). And so the guy is bored out of his mind, wandering the house in a bathr

Jesus Plays Hide-and-Seek
This morning I woke up at dark-thirty and tiptoed to my kitchen. I filled my cup with beckoning java and stumbled my way back to our office. I love my office, my sanctuary. I have an oversized chair that I bought from a friend; it’s perfectly positioned next to a shelf so I can rest my coffee cup within arm’s reach. I climb in my spot almost every morning, usually wearing my repulsive bathrobe that I also adore. And I pray. I thank God for waking me with new mercies. I p