• Life in General

    What Forgiveness Tastes Like

    I wanted to title this “The Night We Ate Tacos & Nobody Got Hurt.” Read on to find out why. Family gatherings around life events are often joyous, emotional occasions; wedding preparations definitely take the cake when it comes to lots of Big Feelings. Mix the mother of the groom, the father of the bride, siblings, relatives—shirt-tail or otherwise—and there is sure to be no shortage of rough edges on the Big Day. Everyone involved has an investment in the couples’ happiness. Or at least an opinion, (“They paid HOW much for the honeymoon?!”) Pressure for the event to be Pinterest ®perfect is not helped by the fact that those…

  • Life in General

    To Be 94 {a #poem}

    I’d sure like a cup of coffee. The grounds go in the top, but where? And here is the glass pitcher 6 cups full of water but I don’t remember where to pour it. My mind is like a leaky bucket, a sad sieve that saves  less and less these days, an empty, worn-out basket. If I could stop up the holes, plug the places where my mind has slipped out perhaps I could remember  where to pour the water. I DO remember this– I’d sure like a cup of coffee. ~~~~~~~~ Caring for my mother in law who is at home with us… Changes are coming faster than we…

  • Life in General

    A Closet Full of Ping Pong Balls (or How to Survive Five Years in Spec Ed)

    C. is after her purse in the back corner cabinet of the classroom. She’s got just a minute to reach for something and turns her head to answer a question, her back to the cupboard. Out comes a cascade of bloodshot eyeball ping pong balls, tumbling to the floor…..oh, it’s just another day in Room 3, where we know how to put the ‘special’ in special education. Boy, I miss those days. When I decided to retire in 2016 from full-time teaching to simply an occasional Guest Teacher gig, it was the happiest/saddest decision of my life. Happy because there were new doors to walk through in the days ahead,…

  • Life in General,  My Poems

    Well {a #poem}

    “That’s a deep subject,” I’d oft repeat, to chide the speaker for such a lame, one-word comment. Well, indeed. I’m in it at the bottom, Swimming in my own tears drowning in grief that I must haul up bucket by bucket. But the hauling is needful– the bucket-at-a time tending a necessary process. The grief needs to be felt and measured–lived through to measure me— I do not want to come up short again, but learn from this deep, deep hole, and coming back up, take this pain, put it to good use, to see past the bucket and the baling and the bawling, on to the wishes coming true…

  • Life in General,  Made Things

    Not in My City-Sex Slave Trafficking

    This small corner of the interwebs began over eight years ago with a different name, Three Way Light. I chose it because light has three properties: it warms up cold places, reveals what is hidden and shines and reflects on what is seen.  Processing the world through words gives me a chance to do that–pour a little light on the virtual page, so to speak. So today I want to shine light on the scourge of our lifetime–the prevalence of sex slave trafficking and its presence in cities like mine all over the country. I attended an event two years ago featuring the film ‘Rape for Profit’, a gritty recording…

  • Life in General

    Names Matter

        “Nana, do you have any kids?”   I am wedged on the couch between Abigail, 4 1/2 and Paul Silas, 2 1/2. We are reading a bedtime story. ‘Goodnight Moon’, no doubt; it is always ‘Goodnight Moon.’ “Well, Abi, I have two kids. One is your Auntie Leah and the other is your Papa.” “Oh.” (Maybe she wanted to know if there was anyone else in the house to play with besides her Grandpa and I…) I could tell by the sound of her voice  she had absolutely no idea what I just said. Paul, of course, was oblivious; he is after all, only 2-ish. (l to r) Hanan, Peter, Abigail and Paul…