getting unstuck…
The door was heavy and the knob was stuck. No matter what how I pulled or prodded, yanked or turned, nothing moved. In my frustration, I kicked the door hoping to channel my inner Chuck Norris and free me from the vintage walk-in closet I was stuck in. Over and over I...
freefall into bread and wine…
Double fisting. That’s what I call it. Two books, one in each hand. It drives people crazy, but it gives me comfort. In one hand I have warmth and comfort and soul food; in the other I have pushing and pulling and revealing. For a solid week I laid in bed with...
picture perfect…
No one ever tells you what marriage is going to look like after you say, I do. After the unity candle is lit, the vows are exchanged, and you walk down the aisle as man and wife, what happens next? The professional married people make it look so easy. What are...
evangelism, a taxi ride, and bahtbam…
There’s nothing traditional about it. There was no bible, no worship team, no fog machine or lighting rigs. Just a taxi cab and an unknown man. Traveling for work means early-hour flights and late-night returns with the help of the occasional taxi transport. On...
first ladies, preacher kids, and the truth…
I have no shame in admitting that I’m one for some reality television. Whether it’s HoneyBooBoo, Lisa Vanderpump, or Snooki, I’ve been open about my affinity to giving an occasional mazel to bad acting, horrible plot lines, and exploitation of people...
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.]
