I’ve been a professor for 40 years, but teaching Greek to an eight-year-old may be my crowning achievement
It started with a FaceTime call with my grandson.
In chaotic times, focus on routine, ritual, and simplicity.
by Traci Smith
What would happen if we listened to each other in love?
Debra Granik's film is a masterful familial drama—and much more.
I knew life was a gift to be shared, not a possession to safeguard, even before my wife collapsed on the kitchen floor. But it was abstract knowledge then.
Ranting about the assumptions people make about only children has been a part of my life since before I knew what the word assumption meant. After reading yet another comment that was likely intended to be lighthearted—but that implied that we only children are spoiled and always get our way—I thought it was time to turn this rant into a reflection.
Even though I preached at my father’s funeral, I remembered how meaningful it was for me to sit in the front row between my brother and mother, to sing and pray with them. I wanted to do that again.
The next day I changed my mind.
The bifurcation of the agreed-upon version of life has an extra layer of meaning for me. Not only did it help me to understand what is happening as a parent, but it’s helping me with my own story-telling, as a daughter.