Why twice-a-year Christians are my people
“I don’t get it. Why do people go to church twice a year?” one of my co-workers blurted out this week in a brazen workplace violation of the holy trinity of taboo topics: politics, religion, and will-you-cover-for-me-while-I’m-on-vacation. No one spoke. Crickets. Just, thud. He rescued himself from his own pregnant pause by continuing, “That’s like
God won’t give you more than you can handle. Um, actually…
I have a friend who works on her feet all day, muscling through migraines and chronic neck pain. After her day job, the real work begins when she arrives home to care for a disabled loved one. She doesn’t stop. She doesn’t have that luxury. She works and sleeps and does it all over again.
Justice vs. mercy and other lessons from a teenage driver
I should have known something was wrong. My son never uses his phone as a phone. And he was calling me during rush hour. Turns out there’s no messing with a mom’s intuition. My son had just been rear-ended on the freeway — it was a chain-reaction, quick-stop situation and he got plowed from behind.
100 Marathons? Honestly, I’m exhausted writing about it.
My friend Carol Reeve just joined the 100 marathons club. That’s L.A. to D.C. That’s Madrid to Moscow. That’s amazing. Carol is the most determined person I know. She once ran a marathon in which she ducked around police barricades and dodged police to finish a race that had been officially called due to dangerously
The best story ever written
Years ago, my magazine editor sent me to solve a mystery about the best-selling single of all time. You might have heard the tune. Everyone from U2 to T-Swift, from Elvis to Alvin (and the Chipmunks) has recorded it. And who could ever forget Bing Crosby crooning it? White Christmas. My assignment was to find
Thank You, Mr. President
I could tell by his pace and my distance that I would not get a chance to interview the President unless I ran. It had to be him. I was a football field away, so I couldn’t be sure. But he was flanked by four men, and even his stride looked presidential. I started a