Every so often, a childless friend asks me some version of a question that boils down to: Why should I consider having kids? They’re probably asking me this because, as somebody who cranked out three kids in under four years, I would … Continue reading
When our family moved to a small town in Vermont nine months ago, we joined a church unlike any other we’d ever experienced. Previously, we’d ended up in churches where the majority of the congregation was just like us: while … Continue reading
I like my Christianity simple these days. I have young kids; I don’t have the time or energy to dissect complicated concepts, and I’m usually trying to explain faith on a preschool level. So the straightforward words of Mark 12: … Continue reading
Me, about two weeks before Fiona’s birth. It’s a miracle that I’m sitting here, typing this right now, because I should be dead. That’s not an exaggeration; I’m not trying on a dramatic opening line for effect. I should be … Continue reading
About a year ago, I was driving up Alcatraz Avenue in Berkeley with our girls. I can’t remember where we were going, only that it seemed urgent and that we were running late. Also, we were hitting every single red … Continue reading