• Faith,  Writing

    Wisdom Teeth and Pregnancy Tests

    That time I could tell you what I have to make an appointment to confirm, Just in order for you to yank these useless teeth from my jaw, It is negative, Always has been, May it not always be. Earlier this year, I had the joy of getting my wisdom teeth removed. For years, dentists have mentioned I may or may not need them removed but we “wouldn’t know until the next x-ray.” Well, late last December I was told they needed to be removed within the next year, so I set up an appointment with an oral surgeon down the road (literally) and anxiously awaited their departure. As I’ve…

  • Faith,  Writing

    Dawn

    I grew up in eastern Nebraska, but was born out west in Washington. Each summer, my parents always made a point to travel back to Washington to visit our extended relatives, which meant long drives during summer break. We still make the journey out. Though life has made it difficult to go every year, my parents make the trip at least once, driving from eastern Nebraska through Colorado, Wyoming, Montana, and Idaho, finally arriving in eastern Washington. Growing up, I remember my parents pointing out the landscape in each state we drove through as I sat in the back. We’d discuss the shades of green in the trees, the layers…

  • Writing

    food;words;dirt

    When we moved to Evanston for my grad studies, we interviewed for a basement unit. During our interview, the couple asked the general line-up of questions you would assume a college-aged student to receive. When they asked us if we had any questions for them, I blurted, Can we grow a pot garden?! I didn’t think anything of it until the silence. Frankly, I was really confused why they slowly turned their heads to each other and cautiously responded with, Do you mean a container garden? Yes! (nervous laughter) Needless to say, we didn’t grow a pot garden nor a container garden for the three years we lived there. Those neighbors…

  • Writing

    Bring forth words…

    I’ve found that change in life often spurs reflection. I remember when my parents moved from my childhood house to a different city, I wrote about the anxiety I felt that caught me by surprise. When Daniel and I got married, there was another set of changes. When we moved into our second apartment, when I started grad school, when he started a new job, when we moved churches, all of these moves instigated change: disruptions in our pattern of living. The disruptions also caused reflection. When we moved to our second apartment, we naturally reflected on our first: the building that had rugged stairs I was convinced I would one…