Open Window

Late on the afternoon of Father’s Day, I said, “I wonder whether I should make cupcakes….”

May this summer be a restful time of renewal, memory-making, and ice cream.

It was a summer evening, and I was home from college. My father and I were taking a walk together through my parents’ neighborhood when we saw a mother and her little girl—maybe 6 or 7 years old—walking on the other side of the street. My father waved, and the woman waved back. “Look!” my […]

Finding happiness in the simple things

A poetic tribute to Brood X, the 17-year cicadas

It’s June, and every day I answer the question, “How many school days are left?”

It’s almost June, and the strawberries and blueberries are just begging to be gobbled up.

Many days all we can do is get up and keep going. And that’s really all God asks of us.