she spread her wings…
Dear Mom, Today is your birthday and though I don’t remember how I started loving you, I do remember a pivotal time when it mattered. I remember being four years old. No, I really do. I may not remember every detail of July 7th or November 21st, but I can tell...
seven revelations…
Boys have always alluded me. They are like an enigma. A conundrum. A RuPaul fashion show. No matter how hard I try to make sense of them, my understanding ends up more like a Picasso than a Michelangelo. You know, disjointed, slightly off, and kinda-sorta-weird...
love, us, and being right…
But there IS Truth, I wailed while walking down the street after attending a conference in Columbus, Ohio. Matt and I were in a heated argument about a recent conversation about Muslim/Christian relations. Your fixation on being right, he calmly replied, will be the...comfort as our goal…
God is working in you, giving you the desire and the power to do what He pleases. —Philippians 2:13 Deep down we all desire comfort. We want to be safe and protected and warm and full. We want the A+ in that philosophy course we haven’t studied in. We want...
step-parenting and the identity crisis…
I always thought identity crises occur around middle age. [You know, like the 55 year-old balding male who decides to pierce his ear and buy a convertible.] But, as I’ve discovered, anyone can have an identity crisis. Prior to marriage I could spout off...
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.]
