A little about a lot

Friday, June 20, 2008


Exibit B of said "I-am-so-blessed-to-have-this-person-in-my-life" moments from my dear friend Anna, who apparently is in a fight with hives.

"Things I bought tonight: The strongest over-the-counter hydrocortizone cream known to man, AfterBite Xtra, Benadryl’s anti-itch gel (It’s crap. I know it already.), the slightly gritty? Blue Star Ointment, Oreo Cakesters. I’m currently wearing layers of all 4 and eating a Cakester. And? Still itchy."

Seriously? How could you not love a girl like this?

Tuesday, June 17, 2008


Sarah: also
why would a hotel have MTV, Spike, Cspan and TLC but no Bravo?
Sent at 4:18 PM on Tuesday
Sarah: but luckily polygamists are on Oprah
Sent at 4:20 PM on Tuesday
Sarah: this is nuts. these people are nuts.
Sent at 4:24 PM on Tuesday

It is at a moment like this, when I've just looked up from the story I'm writing and laugh outloud at an IM conversation one of my best friends has just had with herself that I get a glimpse at how incredibly, incredibly blessed I am to have people like this in my life.

Monday, June 16, 2008


I spent the weekend in Chapman, doing what I could to help clean up after a tornado cut a half-mile wide swath through the middle of town.

Standing in the middle of the destruction and Chapman looked a lot like Greensburg. So much in fact that I had moments of something that I can only describe as deja vu.

A house wrecked by a tornado, a school crumbling in on itself, trees stripped of leaves and snapped off at the trunk.

Except this time it was the house the school softball coach lived in, the school whose halls I'd roamed and the tree that stood behind a best friend's home.

It was tough to be in Chapman - to see it wounded - but it also felt good to be there and be part of the clean up. It felt good to know I was part of a community that extended much beyond Chapman city limits and even beyond Kansas when figuring in the people around the country praying and sending aide.

I was proud of my community - proud to see the trucks and tractors rolling in. Proud to see the young men with farmer's tans and shy smiles muscling through the tougher parts of the clean up.

And it was a kick to see my mom directing the younger teachers who assembled to get school supplies out of the classrooms that were still standing on how to properly pack up a classroom.

And, it was touching to see my dad roaming back and forth between the piles of rubble that used to be his friends' houses, doing what he could and wishing he could do more.

I think Chapman will be OK. It will take awhile - but things will again feel normal there. Things might even end up better than they are now.

I feel comforted knowing that aide is available - that there is federal and state dollars that will help leverage other money and fund the rebuilding.

But mostly, I feel comforted knowing that the Chapman community is one that knows what hard work is. The people there know better than most that you can't control nature - that some years it is your best friend and others your worst enemy.
Through it all there is a determination to move forward and I'm sure that's what Chapman will do again.

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