On Monday my daughter Meredith and I began our trek to Nashville, Tennessee.  Back in the spring, she had asked me if I would go with her to MomCon, a convention hosted by MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) and manage a booth to sell her book.  At the time I had received my second COVID...

This ain’t Ararat!
This weather-worn, dilapidated shed
that’s seen better, but not much better days.

And this tub is no Ark,
this boat perched precariously on a rooftop.
“Keep Off” says the sign on the wall,
but boats don’t read.

What flood of tears lifted you
to such...

The freshness of the orb
as I pop it in my mouth,
an explosion of blue juice
running down my chin,
staining fingers as they pick
and plop them into buckets:
one for the berry pail,
one on my tongue,
the promise of pies and
muffins and stacks of flapjacks
can wait as I gobble them
fresh off the...

From every window of my house
I can see water.  Lake and river surround me. 
I lie down in the green grass, but

the water isn’t always still.  Sometimes
it rages, and flimsy barriers of glass
and clapboard restrain the tempest’s damage.
The storms within the house are harder...

Our love is fatally flawed,
  but God’s love can always be trusted.

Love, Liz 

“His eye is on the sparrow,
  and I know he watches me.”         Civilla Durfee Martin

Every single one of us was made in God’s image for a purpose.  We tend to read scripture and generalize that purpose, assigning ourselves a list of tasks and ministries that we should do.  We know, for instance, that we should feed the hungry, care for widows and orphans, and...

“Republican prosperity has reduced hours and increased earning capacity, silenced discontent, put a ‘chicken in every pot.’  And a car in every backyard, to boot…The Republican Party rests its case on a record of stewardship and performance…..Wages, dividends,...

After our summer cottage was inundated by a Lake Michigan tsunami, we arrived to find the lower level of the home a jumbled, muddy mess.  Flood waters had ruined everything… furniture, walls, bathrooms, bedrooms all had to be abandoned.  We were one of three cottages in...

Let me begin by saying that I’m no expert on poetry…and upon Googling the word “poetry”, I read a definition on Wikipedia that I barely understand:

       "a form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic qualities of...

Unaware of the deeps
  beyond the pristine circle of sand
the children play in the shallows…

three, four, five and six, they cannot see
  the future with its ripples and undertows—
the lurking heartbreaks, the engulfing diseases.

They count on the grown-ups to keep
  all...