My daughter says she wants to be an astronaut when she grows up. I used to say that, too. I always wanted to go to the moon. But you know… things change. You get old. At least, I did. But in her case, she may just grow up to be an astronaut. We went to… Continue reading Postcard from the Moon
Well, friends, have I a kangaroo of a tale for you this morning! A few weeks ago, my little family and I had the opportunity to meet our dear Aussie friends, award winning author Karen Brough and her husband. After some trouble connecting, we met at a small restaurant in southwestern Michigan, where Karen gifted… Continue reading Vakangarootion: What A Coach Does
There is a story about my piano. And there is a story about my mother’s piano. This is a story about my daughter’s piano. But really – this is a story about God’s faithfulness. Little Lady loves piano. She loves music and movement and song. From a very early age, she has engaged with music… Continue reading The Good Gift: The Story of a Piano
Words I found via email this morning: This Saturday morning finds me alone and quiet for the most part. My mom is snoring, not ten feet away, in the chair she insists upon sleeping in each night even though the footstool doesn't stay up and the recline doesn't stay reclined and her hips slide down… Continue reading Growth & The Taste of Michigan
There is no shortage of words in our world today. Everywhere I turn this year, I feel bombarded by words -- some important, some flippant, some superficial, some profound, some firm with conviction (and some that perhaps shouldn't be), some redundant with talking points, and some just plain irritating. Perhaps this has always been the… Continue reading The Shortage of Words
