My family went and played wiffle ball last night. While my son (heretofore referred to as The Kid) was up to bat, Alex pitched and I played outfield. One of The Kid’s hits was a fly ball. He popped it directly in the sky, where it flew right towards me. As it hurled towards my … Continue reading
Author Archives: welderbeth
Shooting Nerf Guns at Moving Cars
Truth: I would not have wanted to parent my father when he was a child. He was a complete mess. As a toddler, he climbed over the fence and started to walk towards the circus. As a teenager, he rolled the car out of the garage and took it on a joy ride. He replaced … Continue reading
Welderbeth Gets an Office
(I wrote this last year but it never got posted last so I’m now sharing the saga and subsequent rescue out of the closet office.) I had a meeting a few weeks ago with my executive director (the big enchilada at our non-profit). It was about my office space at our satellite campus, where I just spend … Continue reading
You Are Clothed with Strength
To the beautiful women of DISC– I have a confession. I think I’m addicted to you. God planted you firmly in the soil of my heart quite some time ago, but every time I get to spend an afternoon with you, the roots of my love for you extend a little deeper. There is something … Continue reading
Finding the Kingdom of Heaven at Golden Corral
When Alex and I first moved to Dallas 7 years ago, we had a hard time getting plugged in to a church. We looked at all sorts of churches- mega, house churches, traditional, contemporary. It was quite overwhelming because Dallas just has so many churches. One of the churches that we visited during this time was called … Continue reading
A King and A Kingdom
I have a confession. A confession that will probably inflame friends on both sides of the ocean-sized aisle that separates the left from the right in America right now. Sometimes, I listen to Rush Limbaugh. I listen to him because he is, in a word, ridiculous. I cannot imagine that a personality that pompous is … Continue reading
My Very First Protest
About a month ago, on a Friday night, I drove to my friend Karen’s apartment and we car-pooled down to an elementary school in Oak Cliff, which is a neighborhood in south Dallas where several unarmed black men have been shot by Dallas police. We were responding to a facebook invite that we had gotten to … Continue reading
Dear Sabrina
Hi there, Cheerbrina- I first met you and your mom when you were a fuzzy-headed, anime-loving, Bratz-doll-playing about-to-be-6th-grader (Note to readers: The dolls she is holding are not Bratz dolls. Those were dolls that she received at a White Elephant Christmas party that will haunt her nightmares forever.) I loved hanging out with you because, … Continue reading
Dear Son: Treasure
Hi tootsies- This morning, you meandered out of your bedroom shortly before 8:00am, which is a miracle at our house. I was sitting on the couch and you joined me, sitting in your Superman underwear. While you ate your pretzel bagel, I watched you as you talked- so expressive with your face and your hands. … Continue reading
Don’t Mother-Teresa Me, Bro
I have a confession. I have a big head. I mean, physically, as in my head is ginormous for my relatively short, apple-shaped stature. In high school band, I always had to take the walk of shame to the boy’s line to get my already nerdy marching band hat (in case you’re counting, that would … Continue reading