I’d like to think that Jesus was an introvert, just like me. Never mind that he had twelve men always at his side, and that he dealt with crowds on a regular basis. An introvert is someone who draws energy from being alone, and there are a number of occasions when Jesus withdraws to a […]
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We hadn’t even stepped inside the zoo yet, and things were already starting to go awry. My sister had checked out the wrong free pass from the library, and the ticket counter lady wouldn’t accept the whaling museum card as admission. We were looking forward to showing our three boys the frisky river otters, but […]
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We were sitting in the teacher’s lounge, day four of my very first week of teaching. I was chatting with Paula, a third grade teacher, who’d been in the business for 20 years. She had three teenage boys at home. “Oh, I remember when all my boys were little,” she told me. “I would drive […]
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I stood in front of the mirror, squishy baby in hand. He smiled at his reflection, gurgled happily. My attention drifted up to my face, and with a glance I took in my unkempt hair, my droopy eyes, my pale lips. Three months into this new mom gig and I felt unrecognizable. I kept waiting […]
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We were eight miles into our epic Disneyland/Disney California Adventures day. My two boys, five and four, had been troopers but as we walked across the bridge to the pier for the Toy Story ride, my youngest asked to be picked up. The rhythmic motions of my walking, that gentle bouncing up and down, proved […]
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I sit on the bench, its’ cold cement seeping through my leggings. I’d remembered to bring a jacket this late in the day and I zip it until it stops under my chin. I wish I could hide my hands in the sleeves, but I need to hold my book. It’s a mommy miracle that […]
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Sarah K. Butterfield 