My eyes filled up and I wanted to sob, but I realized I was supposed to be the helper, so I swallowed back the feelings and went to work.
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Excellence in Bagging
I’m terrible at bagging groceries. I look like I have a third elbow that I’m trying to coordinate into the mix of hands, arms, those infernal plastic bags, and the items that come flying across the counter at me. I’m gradually getting better at it thanks to good advice and experience. Also, there’s Richard, who … Continue reading Excellence in Bagging
A Soul Behind the Words
And two souls sat together. One was unable to stay silent while the other kept watch as both of us reached out to each other.
Connecting
I learned that the most powerful thing to happen in the pulpit does not come from eloquence or charisma, but from connecting with the people and feeling what they feel.
Pangs of Envy
After forty years, I can say I'm free of envy of my fellow youth group member, even if he is still handsome at sixty--like a movie star who has decided to make his hair gray to acknowledge he’s aging but still sexy.
Vulnerability at the Cash Register
I think we all show a little more vulnerability than we intend to and some of us are better than others at offering encouragement during those moments.
I’m Done
I’m done. I know I know. I was done five years ago when I quit church, religion, and career. But I’ve come to realize that I’m really, really done. I mean it… truly… emphatically… no fooling… probably. I’ve daydreamed a bit that I would find a way to return. Not as a believer but … Continue reading I’m Done
Always Ask a Woman Her Age
I usually ask for a woman’s ID even if her great-grandchildren are accompanying her to the checkout stand.
It Was a Very Good Year….
When a customer is obviously closer to my age than those of my children, I’ll often smile ask if they’re over twenty-one. Sometimes, the men will say, “I wish I were twenty-one again.” "No, you don't."
The Mean Teacher Retires
I know a lot of outstanding teachers. Theirs is a difficult job and I have a great deal of sympathy for them. But I had some doozies when I was young. This is about one of them. It made sense that the meanest teacher of our elementary school had the name, Mrs. Snodgrass. She had … Continue reading The Mean Teacher Retires
Deep Calls 