Category Archives: How to save a life

saving my life. 1

On Wednesday, I got a series of text messages from Mike that amounted to OMG SNOW!!!!! I do not take these texts very seriously, as I am married to a person who checks the 15-day forecast for snow. I still don’t believe that the 15-day forecast is actually a thing. Our meteorologists barely know what […]

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An empty room is silent. A room where people are not speaking or moving is quiet. Silence is a given, quiet a gift. Silence can’t be anything but silent. Quiet chooses to be silent. It holds its breath to listen. It waits and is still. “In returning and rest you shall be saved,” says God […]

saving my life. 2

When I was pregnant with Atticus, I attended a church service that featured a rambunctious young boy who was not particularly interested in being quiet. I was distracted by the noise, and I was troubled by my own frustrations. In utero, Atticus showed signs of being quite a lively boy himself. How could I parent […]

saving my life. 2

“The Bible is full of evidence that God’s attention is indeed fixed on the little things. But this is not because God is a great cosmic cop, eager to catch us in minor transgressions, but simply because God loves us–loves us so much that the divine presence is revealed even in the meaningless workings of […]

saving my life. 4

My dad, he was a good man, but this is one thing he told me when I was a little girl: You can run for president, but I won’t vote for you. His reasoning was two-fold: he wasn’t much for voting and he didn’t think a woman should be president. I think he would have […]

saving my life. 2

I am celebrating Candletime this year, a made-up period between Halloween and Thanksgiving in which you light candles, dim your lights, and be cozy. I hope you will all be joining me. As we head towards the darkest night of the year, we could all do with a little bit more light. For the first […]

saving my life. 1

In my library, we have some great new books and circulation is up for the year. There have been classes scheduled almost every day and I have helped with projects and computer issues and books on tornadoes. It’s been the best kind of busy, and I have been the good kind of tired. I do […]

saving my life: special Monday edition 4

“I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.” –Ransom Riggs It is good to spend time with people who are in the same stage of life. We send desperate text messages and push swings on the playground and […]

saving my life. 3

Students lie to me every day. I know where that book is. It’s at home. I’ll bring it tomorrow. Or, My teacher sent me in here and she said I don’t need a note. Or, I didn’t touch it and I don’t know how it broke. I cock an eyebrow and I try not to […]

saving my life. 4

Atticus is doing great at drop-off in the mornings at his school, and he hugs his friends goodbye when he leaves in the afternoon. He is less anxious in the mornings and at bedtime, and he’s waking up less at night. But those early evening hours? Specifically between 5:00 and 7:00? They are challenging. He’s […]

saving my life. 4

The joy I have felt about getting in the zone at work has been tempered somewhat by the fact that the beginning of school has been particularly hard on Atticus. He is doing great at his own school, playing with the other kids and singing songs and showing off how much he knows. He is […]

saving my life. 8

I remember the summer there were thunderstorms every afternoon, the relief I felt when the dark clouds would roll in. As the rain poured on the metal roof of our mobile home, I would sit on my bed and read the Little House books as fast as I could. All too soon, the sun would […]

saving my life. 6

We read a book about the sand and the ocean and the birds and the sky to try to prepare Atticus, but he didn’t really know what we were talking about. Just pictures in a book, undifferentiated from Yoda or the dinosaurs that roar. His sweet face was so trusting when he repeated the words […]

saving my life. 3

When you are a little girl, your older cousin seems impossibly cool. He has cable at his house, and he has two older brothers and an older sister. They have cats. He teaches you about different things throughout the years: The Hobbit, REM, They Might Be Giants. You use your Fisher Price tape recorder to […]

saving my life: poetry 1

We are having a lovely summer. (Especially compared to last year. Mostly because we are all getting some sleep.) But this has been a week of sad news. I have been reading poetry, and I thought I would post one of my favorites. Please enjoy this poem by Jane Kenyon, who tells the truth in […]

saving my life. 4

I tuck in tight during the winter, folded in on myself. We are busy and I hate the cold. In the summer, our rhythms slow. Other people are busy with trips and camps, but our conversations are like this: What are we going to do today? Maybe go to the pool? Sure. There is time […]

saving my life. 2

On my flights back from the Glen, I flipped through my notepad from the week and made a list of books that I needed to read. A few days later, I went to our excellent used book store and attempted to find many of those books. I left the store with seventeen books. Four from […]

saving my life. 1

“Our tradition of communion is one in which each of us, with our hearts and our individual personalities can come together in a new community. No one is excluded from the table of the Lord. This is the central message of the Eucharist. We are the people of God–and we are immigrants. Think of the […]

saving my life. 6

The first night that we were here at the Glen, three of us newbies stood to the side, nervously drinking out of our plastic cups of wine. We didn’t know anyone else yet. We barely knew each other. I was overcome with anxiety about this trip. I would not know anyone, I would be laughed […]

saving my life. 2

This is what love does. It does not make itself visible but, like light, makes others visible to us. In a very precise sense, then, love’s presence cannot be described as existing, but rather is that which calls others into existence; for to exist literally means to stand forth from the background, to be brought […]