A core memory for me is standing on stage during an Easter pageant, staring into the eyes of my uncle as he hung on a cross in the role of Jesus. I haven't been able to disentangle the crucified Jesus from family relationship ever since. Sitting in that head space today as I hang with my kids.

After a grandparent visit, I discovered two Brock and Bodie Thoene books in my 14 yr old son's room. Such a blast from the past. Also, no.

Swim meets are an odd combination of joy and misery. In other news, I'm holding all my church leader friends in my heart, this and every Sunday.

Today is the day. Attempting to find the contact on Bluesky whose follower list will lead me to all the accounts I need to follow.