all the words matter.
Uncle John was not my biological uncle but I knew him as “uncle” because he and his wife were very good friends of my mum and dad. They were members of the church my dad pastored and along with their daughters were beautiful people that I came to admire at a very young age. And…
I started even though I didn’t know everything about podcasting. Well, I knew enough to get started. I knew enough to fail but I knew enough to keep going and growing. Learning comes in stages, no?
It’s 8:45pm. I know because my phone buzzes, reminding me to brush my teeth. Begin winding down, Michaela. Begin acting as if nothing else needs to be added to and crossed off today’s list, the one you’ve made as the minutes tick by, the one where every item has been assigned the three stars of…
It’s a good thing no one ever needs what I knit. Sixteen years ago this past February, I hopped on a plane from Chicago to London. Those were the days of $250 round trip flights. I booked last minute so it was truly a steal and a blessing–I was going to surprise my grandmother for…
One of the ways to get my dad to overreact is to say the lyric, “I lay me down.” By now, I think he loves getting worked up about the lack of substance found in this song. He huffs and puffs while the rest of us laugh. What should we be singing? There’s a lot…
1st piece: You can read it here: https://wordhabit.com/2020/05/19/nightparenting/ 2nd piece: “What do you want me to learn about you?” This is a simple prayer I prayed tonight before settling down to write, cross-legged on my gray mid-century couch, laptop in tow. It would be horrible if I completed this Advent journey and missed something God…
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