According to my mother, the flower of the dogwood tree is significant to Christianity. * First of all, it only blooms around Easter. But that’s not the only reason. If you look closely, the tips of the white petals are crimson-colored. Combine this with the fact the flower’s petals are shaped like a cross, and you can imagine the tips of the cross stained in blood. And if you look really closely, you can see crimson spots speckled on the white…
My daughter’s high school soccer team is ranked #15 in America (and just #5 in NC – to illustrate how competitive soccer is here.) They’re 7-0-1 after tonight’s 9-0 victory against Garinger. The girl had three goals and two assists tonight. When I arrived at her school for the game, the JV women’s soccer team had just won by mercy rule, and the baseball team was destroying the Garinger by 20 runs. As I sat in the stands watching…
The kids who survived the attack at Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida have made national headlines since the murderous rampage that took the lives of seventeen of their fellow classmates. At first, these students were seen as courageous, articulate souls standing up to the beast of bribed government policy. But once Big Money had a chance to reassess, they spun these kids as “crisis actors” brought in by liberal directors. And when that didn’t stick, they were called foul-mouthed…
When you’re 15 you can’t wait to be an adult. To drive. Vote. Drink. Have sex. Take adventures. All the fun stuff. A few short years ago you were chasing make-believe boats along gutters in the rain, now you want to be grown up. At 25 you feel caught in between. Sure, you’ve got all the stuff you wanted when you were 15, but somehow it’s not as great as you once thought. And it feels like no one takes…
“If you want to make God laugh, tell Him about your plans.” – Woody Allen If you know me, you know I have a pretty good relationship with God. No, I’m not religious. Rather, thanks to my personal epiphany, I’ve spent the last 26 years allowing God to lead my life. The results have been pretty remarkable. I am neither an angel nor a holy roller. Far from it. And I fail pretty much every day in seeking God’s will…
belize. with just her. i can feel the warmth of the sun. see the dust rising from a dirt road as a golf cart passes. i picture expats in brightly colored shorts–people we live amongst because … birds of a feather. i think about missing the US. think about whether we made a mistake. how can we feel at home when there’s no battle to fight except that the water taxi to the mainland is never on time? i miss…
