Michelle Martin

May 07, 2026

Pondering

Usually when my family asks what I want for a gift, I can’t think of anything.Usually when my family asks what I want for a gift, I can’t think of anything.

April 22, 2026

From the back pew

It’s been years since I had children young enough to require us to sit in the back of church. Nowadays, we mostly sit in the middle, despite the urging of presiders everywhere to encourage members of their congregations to move towards the front. I’ve even heard families with little kids encouraged to move closer, told that God welcomes all, even crying babies.

April 08, 2026

Look to the flowers

I’d like to say my spring bulbs finally bloomed, but the truth is that they were early this year.

March 18, 2026

When will we be done?

The best feeling in the world is “done.” That’s something my children have heard from me, over and over again, from the time they were old enough to clean up their rooms or have homework. It’s something I would say in hopes of getting them to stop procrastinating, stop trying to figure out how to do the thing perfectly, stop coming up with reasons they could not do the thing right now and just, you know, do the thing.

March 04, 2026

Whatsoever things are true

I believe in truth. It sounds obvious, I know. What else would anyone believe in, but what is true?

February 19, 2026

Watching for spring

It hasn’t happened yet, but maybe it will have by the time you are reading this. Maybe, by the time we reach the first Sunday of Lent, the first tips of my crocuses will have emerged from the flowerbeds near the back door and near the garage.

February 04, 2026

What are you looking at?

“He’s looking at me!” Do you remember hearing that complaint from the back seat of the car, if you have kids? Do you remember making it yourself, if you have siblings?

January 21, 2026

Answering the phone

I had just logged into my work computer one morning this week when my phone rang.

January 07, 2026

Poking at a memory

After I took down the Christmas tree this year, I stood over the kitchen trash can, emptying the tree’s needles from the pockets of my sweatshirt.

December 17, 2025

What are you looking for?

I watched my husband as he wandered through the house this morning, opening the drawers of the china cabinet, peeking into the recipe box on the kitchen shelf that holds everything but recipes, riffling through the mail on the table next to the front door.
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