The first time I washed my mother’s feet, my feet were cold, too. We weren’t a touchy family. Not much hugging. Never any kissing. Then as she aged, she also grew, to be honest, a bit grouchy. So, I grew grouchy in return. Our relationship strained. Two imperfect people struggling to stay connected – that was us. Finally, I prayed. Help me to love ...

We Were Made for Home

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When we close our eyes and picture home, the elements are never far removed. Hot or cold, wet or dry, beach or mountain, fire or ice. It’s what we feel, what we dream, what we embody. Home is always a place, and who we are is grounded in that big or small plot of ground. I grew up in the cold winters of Minnesota, and I used to feel at home ...

Staying On The Hard Road

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I remember walking out of the state-of-the-art fertility clinic with my husband. We had come to seek a second opinion from a highly regarded infertility specialist after four years of testing, treatments, and heartache. Our appointment with the doctor had not gone well. He was arrogant, overlooked our questions, and seemed flippant about our ...

Three Questions to Ask before Offering Advice

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Her Facebook post was meant to be humorous, not a solicitation for advice. Instead, it was meant to be a comedic head-nod to all the new-year weight-watchers who were already weary of salad — which was just about everyone. Thus, she posted a hilarious quip from her recent class on weight and healthy living, a way to diffuse her very real and ...