Last month, I almost crashed my car trying to take a picture of a rainbow.*  Rainbows are just so startlingly beautiful it’s hard to look away. Even while driving. Continue reading

My husband appropriately calls himself “The Spotter.” Wherever we travel, he looks around, helpfully pointing out the *unusual, whimsical, interesting or sweet — then I point my camera and record it. He endures vacations and local outings which often consist of hours of wandering on foot, my camera at the ready.  I shuffle a few steps forward, then come to a sudden halt. I point, shoot and start up again; by his count, the most consecutive steps I take — before I inevitably stop again — is five.

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I was awakened very early one spring morning by what sounded like uproarious sustained laughter. First I thought my husband must have read a hilarious text or email. But so early? I was slightly annoyed at the loud disturbance. This was my day to sleep in.

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It’s true, the “look of love is in your eyes.”  From the lingering gooey gaze signaling the smitten, to the affectionate study of their “person” by a much-loved canine, eye contact conveys, “you are noticed, you are special, you are loved.” But when there is very little eye contact from other human beings, we feel ignored, unimportant, unworthy. Continue reading

Back in high school, I saw the blockbuster summer thriller, Jaws.  I have never been the same. Summer camp on Lake Saranac revealed my irking irrational fear that some crazed person had caught and released a shark into the lake to wreak havoc on us unsuspecting campers.

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“I like to have fun and a lot of Christians seem like duds.”

I could have written that quote.  As a high school freshman, I wanted nothing more than to have fun.  45 years ago, when I boarded the bus headed to Young Life‘s Saranac Village, I was hung over from the night before.  And like the headline, I loved beer!  But I most certainly did not love Jesus.   Continue reading

Sometimes it’s really easy to focus on the negative.  To project fear into the future.  To imagine the worst possible outcome in any messy, confusing, unresolved, disappointing or difficult situation. This is my natural tendency.  So much so that I have lovingly nicknamed myself Worst Case Kathy.   Continue reading

Valentine’s Day is so over.  Heck, it’s almost March Madness; time to “spring ahead” to Daylight Savings Time; time to finish those dark chocolates and pull out the bright green! Nonetheless, when I heard Milan and Kay Yerkovich share their theory on How We Love, I saved it for you. For right now. It’s time we figure out this thing called love, so we can love our mates — really anyone — better. Continue reading