living in a city of regret…
I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly. This trip was going to be unpleasant and I knew in advance that no real good would come of it. I’m talking about my annual “Guilt Trip.” I...
broken…
Today I made a boiled egg for a breakfast.* In my haste of trying to get out the door, I placed my egg into a clear baggy and raced out of the door. By the time I reached the office, pulled out my laptop, and placed my lunch on my desk, I realized my boiled egg had...
what do you want…
We sat in folding chairs as the room emptied out. Her story was tragic and broken and gut wrenching, like so many women today. Absentee father, addictions, a financial cycle from wealth to poverty to wealth to poverty. We went from one story to the next about her...i will wait for you…
To all my single ladies in the house, I’ve got this little diddy for you. If I was half as talented as this girl and had her hair, I would be on every street corner beatboxing this truth. Because it’s the truth… and the truth will set you free. And...
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.]
