you’re invited…
In college a group of girls in our adjoining suite threw a birthday party at a local restaurant for some friends. Everyone was talking about who was going and what people were going to wear. Granted, they weren’t close friends of mine, but nearly the entire...
house and home…
Goodbyes are so hard. The waving hand and the blowing of air kisses indicate an end, a permanent change in a particular moment. For most people, letting go is difficult, but in two days I’m running away from home. Yes, sprinting down the street, waving...scandalous message of grace…
Loud music pumped through air, lights pulsed and pierced the dark room as N* led a group into dance routine after dance routine. As a choreographer and dance instructor, he had the ability to make anyone feel like a professional dancer at any level of experience. In...
a second shot at our first holy communion…
We knew we wanted a special element to the ceremony; something to include the kids and solidify our marriage not as two becoming one, but as four becoming a family. In theory, it was holy and right and intentionally inclusive. In reality, it was a disaster. Set in the...everyday dreams…
While in Greece at the A21 shelter, I was able to talk with trafficking victims about their future and their dreams. I was astonished at how simple their dreams were; going to school, making friends, and having a chance at a normal life… a life before their...
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.]
