why men are happier people…
When my mother sends me an email with the subject line: Fwd: Re: Re: Fwd: Re: Fwd: Fwd: Re: [title], I usually just delete it. Seriously, if I get another chain letter threatening bad luck if I don’t forward this to 15 beautiful friends or else I will be cursed...
365 days…
Dearest Matthew, 365 days later, I’m still here. Endless sunsets, thousands of heartbeats, millions of seconds passed, I’m still here. Through meltdowns and delayed flights and missed expectations and fits of laughter and moments of tears, I’m still...
together we can make a difference…
We sat around the table while the Balkan sea air lightly lifted napkins and table cloths. The smell of thick olive oil, sea salt, and ocean water filled the air, and for a moment, I felt like I was in heaven. Surround by a Norwegian, a Dane, and four Greeks, our table...
that girl…
There’s a fine line between supporting a spouse and being that girl who is totally annoying. People, I crossed that line 365 days ago! On Sunday Matt taught at Mavuno Berlin for their church service and before he could finish his introduction, I had taken a...
belching, flatulence, and being real…
Okay, seriously people, I don’t care how tight we are or how much you value being “real,” I don’t want to hear you pass any form of gas from any orifice on your body. At all. Ever. Furthermore, I don’t even want to talk about. The topic...
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.]
