Becoming a Teachable Mom (Or Button-Pushers and Arm-Patters)

Parenting, like marriage, starts out all theory. Which is why new parents, like new husbands and wives, can seem teachable. We read books, we seek advice, we ask questions. And then reality… Continue reading right here

Arguing with Pink: Broken is Better Than Bent

Sometimes I argue with the music. Usually this happens in the car while the radio is playing. There’s this song you’ve probably heard Pink sing. It’s catchy, not in a I’m-all-about-that-bass way,… Continue reading right here

The High Calling of Cozy (Or Confessions of an Unhospitable Heart)

For years, our sons’ friends used to say, “Mrs. Murray, your house is so cozy.” Despite how quaint this sounded coming from the mouth of a fifteen-year-old boy, I always suspected there… Continue reading right here


By now you may suspect that I post a chapter from my old book, A LONG WAY OFF, when I’m running low on material, and you’d be right. But what I’ve learned… Continue reading right here


I used to be afraid God would make me weird. Some people worry about getting sent to Timbuktu or who they might “have to” marry if they genuinely take up their cross… Continue reading right here

Three Ways to Face Your (Worst) Fears

I am 57 years old. In a few paragraphs, you’ll understand why this is important. I’ve written a book several editors like but won’t publish about how dying is essential to the… Continue reading right here

Cure for the Post-Vacation Malaise

I have this window in my day that is necessary to my well-being. Somewhere between 2:30 in the afternoon and 5:00, for at least twenty minutes, sometimes more, I drink one cup… Continue reading right here

A Gift, Just For Subscribing

I’m going on vacation next week! I can’t remember anticipating or needing a vacation this much in a long, long time. I will most likely write… I have notes on “An Email… Continue reading right here

My Husband’s Profound Thought, To Which I Have Added 700 Words

If you knew how many blog posts I write that start with one off-hand remark my husband made, you’d call me a bad name. Plagiarist. Interloper of ideas. Thief. Sometimes I give… Continue reading right here

The No Filter Challenge

I have friends whose only function in my life, unbeknownst to them, is to make me jealous. Like my friend, Elaine. Miles and decades and life experience separate Elaine and me from… Continue reading right here

The Chief of Excitement

My friends at Plywood People do much more than let me write from time to time on their blog… they inspire, educate, and encourage me to do good and to do it… Continue reading right here

Parenting, Over-Simplified

My husband is famous for his simplifications. And I am famous for resisting them. He gestures toward Point B with—to me—inappropriate idealism, and I stand there at Point A thinking—realistically—of what it… Continue reading right here

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