My oldest suggested I run a series on feeding hungry boys. Great idea! So, here’s the first of more to come.
I’ll be honest I’m not a big fan of “parenting” books. I’m not even a fan of the word “parenting.” It seems pejorative to me, as if raising children is a “project” that we can master and complete. What mother or father’s task is ever done?
Kathleen Norris commented once in an interview that we create community wherever we are. The thought caused me to pause, because I realized that so much of my understanding of community had been based on my rich, rural upbringing in the Mississippi Delta. A place where farm-life, church and going to Parker’s Drug store and the Post Office (along with a variety of other places) were so intertwined that it was hard to distinguish one from the other. Continue reading “In Search of Community”
A few winters back my husband assisted with an overnight shelter at Virginia Wesleyan College for the homeless in Virginia Beach. He had the simple task of visiting with the guests – men who had come for a hot meal and to seek refuge from the cold. One particular individual relaying bits and pieces of his story indicated that he was originally from the Mississippi Delta. Excited to make this connection, my husband shared that his wife (that’s me) was also from the Delta. And then he went on to ask the next, most obvious question, “Where in the Delta?” Continue reading “Praying for families with Incarcerated Loved Ones”