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The phone here at work just rang – a rare occurrence at this particular financial institution. I answered, and this is what I heard: “Hi, I’m being detained at the Davidson County jail, and need bail money. I’ve been framed. This is my one phone call. Can you help me out?” “Um, are you serious?”…

This morning here at work, there are four repairmen walking in and out of the lobby – in and out, in and out – carrying ladders, tool kits, wire, and generally, looking confused. I have no idea what they’re doing – but they keep climbing ladders and removing the ceiling tiles and disappearing from the…

I am an introvert through and through. I love silence and solitude and being totally reclusive, blocking out the world and screening my phone calls and reading and writing and thinking, nesting and organizing and never saying a word. If I’ve had a week in which I’ve had too much going on or too many…

As a bridesmaid in San Diego this weekend, I was treated to a pre-wedding hair/makeup extravaganza. When first presented with the opportunity to have my hair and makeup done for me, I was hesitant – to say that Annie Parsons is a control freak is like saying that Courtney Love is a train wreck. I…

Yesterday was a day when my panties were in a twist. Figuratively. And, come to think of it, literally. I am once again AT THAT POINT. The point where the house is a disaster, the dishes have piled up for days, I sleep curled in the only corner of my bed that isn’t strewn with…

Apologies for emotional whiplash, but since everyone else is blogging about the election today, I couldn’t let the moment pass by. This is my favorite election-themed blog of the day. I think it will be hard to top it.Thank you, Tom, for a much needed giggle today.

Keeping vigil with the Townes today. There are no words. I am clinging to the truth that no matter how deep our sorrow, God’s love is deeper still. And I’ve heard it said that grace always flows downhill: pooling in the deepest, darkest places of our pain. May the Townes feel that inexpressible peace that…

When your spirit feels stripped, when your foundation is rocked, when you watch your friend’s lives being torn in half like a giant bed sheet, you begin to wonder about this God – the one that you have never not known, the one that you have sung about since you can remember, the one that…

I cannot remember the last time I went trick-or-treating. When I was in 8th grade, I stopped celebrating Halloween in favor of the all-church Harvest Festival – since that was around the time that I entered my semi-fundamentalist, evangelical apologetics phase (Colorado West Christian School will do that to a child). Not only was Halloween…

In July of 2007, I took a ferry from Seattle across the water to Bainbridge Island, and drove to the beach where I met one of my best friends, Carin, and her 2-year old son Ben. We walked along the water, and threw rocks into the waves, and looked for little sand crabs, and ate…