Last year I was wondering what we might do for our anniversary. Primarily because I knew he would enjoy it and it would be something different and fun, I suggested that we drive up to Maine and tour the backroads on a rented motorcycle. His eyes popped out of his head and his mouth dropped open as if I had just told him he won the lottery. […]
I was an urban professional with a preference for black and steel walking into a family of colonial country plaid and floral.
What Women Want is one of my favorite movies, one of a handful I’d watch more than once. (It also happens to be another of those “womanizing cad turns faithful husband material” movies). I suspend my disbelief to enjoy Mel Gibson’s comically bumbling charm. He plays a man about town who thinks he knows women […]
“Mom, I never want to leave you,” he said. He was four years old. “Aren’t you going to work?” “I’ll only work on Tuesdays so I can be with you all the time.” He’s driving away in a car full of Marines. Her Marine. Her son. She calls out after him, “Don’t forget your jacket. […]
I’m sitting next to him on the sofa, but he might as well be miles away. We’re discussing an issue, and the conversation has reached an impasse. Where do we go from here? It’s not really a good time to talk. Life is pressing. He has an appointment. I have things to do. We can […]
Cain loved the smell of the earth. His father and mother said it was cursed. “Farming was a lot easier back in the day,” his father would say, with that faraway look in his eyes. He said God had given them the job of working the earth, and Cain enjoyed the challenge of coaxing life […]
Musing on Genesis 1 God could’ve obliterated the darkness, but instead he creates light and separates it from the darkness, allowing dark and light to exist side by side. The light helps us to comprehend the darkness. The light, he says, is “good.” (As opposed to “not good”? Is it possible to be “not good”– […]
Musing on Genesis 3 “Did God really say you can’t eat from any tree of the garden?” The serpent isn’t so much attempting to verify God’s exact words as he is injecting a note of incredulity, pointing out the absurdity of God’s edict. With one word, the serpent calls into question God’s judgment, his reasonableness. […]
The woman he loved had her arm outstretched. She was offering him the fruit, the juice still dripping down her chin. The man watched himself take a bite.
Musing on Genesis 2 I’m surprised to discover, after all the hoopla of the first five days of creation, that we’re still just looking at dirt. I always pictured God creating this lush green earth, teeming with creatures, and then plunking man down in the middle of it. But apparently, that’s not necessarily how it happened. […]
The woman had never paid much attention to the serpent, not that she could recall. He had stayed on the periphery, his voice interjecting occasionally, but always under the radar.