silent sunday

selah {silent sunday}

Saturday, December 15, 2012

the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. -Elizabeth Barrett Browning My daughter is banging on the piano, my son lamenting because he didn’t get his way, fingerprints are streaked on the windows and toys litter the floors; these things have suddenly became precious to us; today we walk through…

silent sunday

until the surface {silent sunday}

Sunday, December 9, 2012

My daughter grabbed my hand, twirling me into a dance. I hesitated for a second, glancing at the mixing bowl on the counter, the dirty spatula in my hand. But her smile convinced me to drop everything, and we whirled gladly around the kitchen together. I soaked in her giggles, her blond hair lit on fire by the sun, her blue eyes that always seemed so much older…


The Blue Heron Coffeehouse

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

One day, about 14 years ago, Larry and Colleen Wolner decided to give me a job. They had recently purchased one of two coffeehouses in Winona, Minnesota, and were in the process of making it their own. I had worked in that coffeehouse for 2 years, and hoped beyond hope I could stay on staff. They let me, and my life was forever changed. Larry and Colleen were…