Megan Duncan

Her name was Ellie. I recently met her in the bathroom at lunch. She was in the stall beside me talking to her mom, who was coaxing her through the potty process. “Mom,” Ellie whisper-yelled as little kids do. “What is that noise?” Her mom tried to wave her off a few times in that…

I often write about marital trials, but I am writing about a marital phenomenon this week. Experienced by many, talked about by few. Between the hours of midnight and 6 a.m., a sleepy fog hangs over the bed. We transform into uninhibited, sometimes violent, often drooling and always snoring people of the night. As the…

Twenty minutes before closing time, we were down to one waitress (me). A group of 30 adults breezed through the door like nobody’s business. One guy approached me as I shined the counter. “Are you open?” he asked. “For another 20 minutes,” I replied. “Yep, they’re open!” He turned to the group and waved them…

Standing behind the cash register, my co-worker looked at me with burning eyes. “Do you really believe there’s a man up in the sky who loves me?” he asked. He was one of my favorites to work with. I was in my early 20s, and he was in one of the groups I usually ran…

Google is mad at me. I don’t even know what I did, except that I asked directions to a place less than two blocks away. I was just making sure I had the right street. Instead of a map popping up, Google was short with me. “Turn left on Veterans and right on Hospital Drive.…

I sucked in a breath three years ago and submitted my first ever column to our local newspaper. I was just offered a regular Friday spot, and it was a dream come true. Long before I was married or had kids of my own, I ran across my mom’s books written by Erma Bombeck. Her…

Cooking around a campfire, listening to music and just being still with the people I love. It was a perfect moment amid an imperfect life. I got up after assembling another shish-kebab and looked around wondering how I ever got things so twisted. My mind has wandered back and forth lately between now and then.…

When thinking about our value as a human, I think God sees us the same way my husband looks at the ’59 Fairlane he’s restoring in our garage. He sees the rust and the dents and scrapes, but he has a vision. He knows beauty is underneath the many years of damage, and He wants…

One morning I sat on the deck, and I just watched this bee (maybe a yellow jacket) going from flower to flower. It looked happy and in its element.  I thought it would be a good picture.  It turned out that it does not want its picture posted on social media and chased me around…