Unmasking
There is so much happening. I am watching. I’m drawing conclusions, stuffing them in my pockets and drawing more.
Author: Mary Jo
Non-fiction
There once was a man named Harry,Who had him a daughter named Mary.He taught her with pride,How to kid and to chide,Yet he frowned when he found her contrary.
For Mother’s Day
Every Mother’s Day the boys fill in a few pages of a journal that is set aside for just this purpose. In place of cards or some other item that may be thrown out, their messages are kept in one place that can be perused and reminisced over each year. This year as I read…
Saying Goodbye to Heart-Schooling
I still have a few more things to take care of. There are some grades to send in to their home-school umbrella. There are some books to give away, and some books to sell, and some boxes to clean out. There are some things to consider. Do I need to keep all these pencils? Do…
Carrying a Bag of Seed
I hope that what we choose in this moment is more than staying home to protect others from a virus. I hope that we choose being present at home to protect ourselves from division and self-gratification.
Faith to Say No
Owen has been busy. He’s in theater, has a job, and likes to stay involved in church activities. He’s gone until 6:30 three nights a week with rehearsals, doesn’t get home until 8:30 from his shift on Friday nights and 9:30 on Saturday nights. The other two nights of the week are for church activities.…
Opting Out
This morning I asked Owen if he had made his lunch for school yet. He stumbled around an answer something like, “Last week in City Groups (a bi-monthly youth meeting with kids from church) they said maybe we should fast for lunch… maybe?” He was looking at me questioningly, and I was looking at him…
Small Town Breezes
Childhood memories are some of the most precious things the mind holds. My adult years seem to blanket them little by little and they become harder to trace beneath the current chaos. In the year 2008, as I was amidst the busy of finalizing fall plans and beginning the downward slide of year end activities…
Roll Down the Hill
Roll down the hill Mary,Curl up your arms, and tuck your chin.Roll down the hill with the others.No one is racing, no one will win,Just roll down the hill and be free.
Weeding Out the Unwelcome
The demarcation line is distinct as I pull up what’s unwelcome in this flower bed. Almost every day I go outside and pull large portions of weeds. and toss them into a pile in the grass outside the stone boundary. It should not have gotten this bad, but it did.