When I was a kid, we didn’t live very close to my grandma. So she would write to me. She has the spiritual gift of card-sending, and she regularly sent cards that talked about how the calves were doing and the weather they were having and what was growing in the garden. I still have [...]
Categories: Dear Atticus
Our church’s fall sermon series was on letters to our 16-year-old selves, and I was asked to write one to poor little 16-year-old Kari. After a lot of tears, this is what I ended up with. I can’t decide if it replaced years of therapy or caused me to need more. Portrait of a 16-year-old [...]
Categories: Introspection