Sherri Gragg

Juggler of words and children…collector of pottery shards

We Slay

I-65, the HOV lane. Rush hour. The windows were down on the Jeep in spite of the chill in air. We were on our way home after the cross country … Continue reading

September 29, 2016 · 4 Comments

Monday Mornings and Good Intentions

I started out with good intentions. Monday mornings are great for that.  Half the coffee beans in the grinder were decaf.  The little ovals stared up at me from the … Continue reading

September 26, 2016 · 1 Comment

Netflix? Chocolate? Nah, Forgive.

You have to be kidding me! Ever felt like that? You come face to face with betrayal so outrageous that you are just left a little bit shell shocked for … Continue reading

September 19, 2016 · 6 Comments

Dear Gabby

Dear Gabby, I can’t imagine what it is like to have worked so hard for so long, and sacrificed so much to have a legion of people who have done … Continue reading

August 15, 2016 · 7 Comments

Jesus Calling: My Guest Blog Post

My oldest daughter is graduating from high school in 5 days. I am stunned how quickly the last eighteen years have slipped through my fingers. Recently, the good people at … Continue reading

May 16, 2016 · Leave a comment

The Remedy of Remembrance- Pondering the Decalogue During Lent

Years ago, I had a tiny Yorkshire Terrier, and for reasons I can’t fathom or remember now, I named her Whitney. Such an absurd name for a dog. I remember … Continue reading

March 7, 2016 · Leave a comment

Stillness

The kids have left for school and I am sitting at my kitchen table, littered with junk mail and the crumbs from breakfast. The finish on the huge farm table … Continue reading

November 11, 2015 · 4 Comments

Beautiful Imperfection

For just a moment, I remembered it- the image of my perfect life.  Manicured lawn.  My home- clutter free, clean, well decorated…serene.  Well-behaved, responsible children who are, you know, keeping … Continue reading

November 9, 2015 · 2 Comments

A Seed Well Sown

I sat on her bed for a moment this morning after she zoomed down the street in her little red Fiat, ACDC blaring from the speakers while Crime and Punishment … Continue reading

September 10, 2015 · 3 Comments

To The Woman Who Yelled At My Barista

To The Woman Who Yelled at My Barista, I wasn’t there this morning when you took your pent up rage out on my barista. I arrived after you left, just … Continue reading

September 2, 2015 · 2 Comments