It hardly ever happens that I walk out of a movie theater after viewing a film and want to turn right back around and see the same film once again. Yesterday evening was one of those rare occurrences. I experienced such a strong desire to make a 180 degree turn back into the movie theater. […]
It’s now two days since Temma’s “big birthday bash”. It was a wonder! Close to sixty-five friends, neighbors, and family came out to celebrate Temma’s forty years of life, and many others who wanted to be there but could not make it. I have a little more time to reflect now than I did in […]
Who knew or could even guess that I would become the mother of an adult-child who seems to love going to the shopping mall? We think it is the combination of the smooth, carpeted, wheelchair ride, the bright lights, the cacophony of sounds including the background shopping Muzak, that make it one of Temma’s favorite […]
This morning I heard a sermon on Patience, one in a series on the Fruits Of the Spirit. It was a good sermon with good worship. Recently, when I’ve been asked by friends, “How can I pray for you?” I’ve responded with one word, patience. When a trusted, longtime friend and I made our yearly […]
The World Series Chicago Cubs vs. the Cleveland Ball Club, the 2016 presidential election Trump vs. Clinton, and the dilemma of my church charge – close the church and merge vs. close the church and go our separate ways; these three “battles”, options, competitions are becoming entangled in my mind and heart. The emotional ups […]
The cover of Sonali Deraniyagala’s book “Wave” is black with the simple title printed in the center a turquoise color fading to white on the “v” and “e” letters. The cover image reminds me of a Tim Lowly painting, titled “Face of the Deep.” The painting is of a young Temma Lowly sleeping and two […]
A memorial service for my Dad happened on Saturday, June 28 at the Church I grew up in, Blythfield Christian Reformed Church in Rockford, Michigan. There was a time for family to offer spoken memories of my Dad during the service. I spoke what I’ve printed here, and two of my nieces spoke of […]
“Good morning, sweetie peetie,” I greet Temma each morning, my own eyes still half-shut when I paddle into her room. Her eyes are most often open as if she has been waiting for me. She startles a bit at the sound of my voice, her arms and feet lifting up and her eyes becoming even […]
The epic story of Abraham being told by God to kill and sacrifice his son Isaac seems to be figuring prominently in my book project on Temma and I. Being taught that the story is about God testing Abraham’s faith, the story from the margins is of God ordained sacrifice of a child; presenting my […]
I revised what will be going into my husband Tim’s book on his paintings of Temma. Here are the journal entries that will be a small part of the book. Piece for Tim’s Book Dream from my journal dated 8/14/1985…our baby is incredibly intelligent and becomes an object for study, is taken away. Have to […]
Writing From the Margins 