an open letter to beyonce knowles carter…
Dear Beyoncé, This letter is probably the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write to you. Okay, it’s the only letter I’ve written to you, but hear me out. Since your days in Destiny’s Child, I’ve been your Bug-a-Boo and remained a Survivor....
whistling, yelling, and cheering…
He would shout from the stands when no one else would. Screaming and coaching like he was the team manager. Play like the Germans, he would say, Good-en-Tight! His accent was thick and identifiable over any other fathers who politely cheered for their daughters on the...
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...
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...
great friday…
A blood-stained cross brought freedom for the captive, sight to the blind, life to the dead. Peter denied Him, Judas betrayed Him, Simon of Cyrene helped Him, Mary wept over Him, the people crucified Him, but now we exalt him. On this day thousands of years ago, a...
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.]
