a manifesto of sorts…
You know that feeling when you’ve been labeled? I think most people remember the deepest degree of classification in high school when labels were like signs hung around your neck: jock, nerd, cheerleader, band geek, class clown, class pet, class act. You don’t label...
simon the cyrene…
Easter is a time where Christians gather in cathedrals and churches and catacombs and communities to celebrate the miracle of resurrected life. As a storyteller, I loved when my dad would recount the resurrection story with the cast of characters: the brut Roman...
palm sunday and passion week…
Maybe it was because I read too much as a kid. Maybe it was because I have a vivid imagination. Or maybe it’s because I’m dramatic. Either way, I can’t help but read narratives of the bible and be carried away with the vivid scenes. I like the teach...
breathe…
The conversation was nothing new or out of the ordinary, but there was a weight in the words that felt different. She was overwhelmed and tired and feeling like she was giving her all and still coming up short. I’ve been there. If we’re honest, we’ve...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
