Swimming in the Fishbowl
How about we all do this together: let's simultaneously go to the pantry for a snack and stare at a box of instant potatoes for three minutes. Last time I stared too long; even the packet of Shake 'N Bake started to look good. And I think I've had it since the '70s. […]
Epic Flub
I'm so glad I never make stupid mistakes. I'm a pastor's wife, you know. We're not allowed to be stupid. …Wow. You should be really proud of me. I typed that with a straight face. I'm laughing uproariously at myself now though. The truth is, I have fluff-brained moments all the time. I'm […]
WOMAN TO WOMAN—FOR THE PASTOR’S WIFE Monopoly—The One and the Many
We played Monopoly a lot when I was a kid. Of course, in the earliest years, playing Monopoly usually meant using the little iron to get the pretend wrinkles out of Barbie’s clothes or pretending to sew with that itsy-bitsy thimble. Or sometimes it meant putting all the money in my dad’s tackle box so […]
Woman to Woman—For the Pastor’s Wife Christmas Joy
Chatting with a friend who was fretting over the stress of Christmas, I said, “At least we have those big family get-togethers to look forward to.” She told me that that’s what she was fretting about! She started popping Tums as she told me about her uncle. Her Uncle Bob makes every […]
Woman to Woman—For the Pastor’s Wife The No Fear Zone
I don’t care what anyone says, I never laugh in the face of danger. But sometimes, when danger isn’t looking, I point and make faces and call it a big stupidhead. Of course, then if danger looks over, I look down and pretend I’ve been picking lint off my jacket the whole time. […]
Woman to Woman—For the Pastor’s Wife Amazing Glaze
Wouldn't it be nice if people came with dashboard lights? First thing in the morning, my "low coffee level" indicator button would no doubt light up. By noon another light would probably flash telling me I'm about a quart low. My best definition of coffee: hot consciousness with cream and sugar. And I've […]
Picture Me…Changed
My computer told me I should erase my history. I chose the 1980's—solely on the basis of hair. Thankfully, my hairstyle changes on a bi-weekly basis. That way I can't be caught in the same embarrassing style for more than a couple of incriminating pictures in a row. Every once in a while, […]
