The people in the blue house

For two and a half years the big blue rental house next door sat quiet. Back in 2008, when angry late-night yelling moved out, so did the family that had lived there long before our family moved onto the block. As it turns out, we knew the yelling far better than the...

What’s inside

This afternoon, and every Sunday afternoon for the next two months, we will welcome friends from church into our home. But before they enter, we will have done everything we can to erase any sign that actual trash-making, marker-using, crumb-spilling people live here....

Remembrance rocks

My house is filled with rocks. Lots of them. They help me remember. Handfuls of pumice spill from glass containers in the bathroom and from a ceramic pot in light blue made by our oldest. They remind me of our girls’ faces, all wonder, when they picked up the...

Tea kettle lesson

Several birthdays ago, my sister gave me a tea kettle wrapped in layers of brightly-colored paper. Years later, it is covered with brown markings of gas flame and many mornings. Once shiny, now it bears evidence of life. I love that. Always it sits on my stovetop....

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