on being ordinary…
It’s hard being a woman. No, really it is! There’s the constant nagging of what you’re doing with your life, the loud ticking of an illusive biological clock, and of course the pressure of looking like Barbie. [Or in my case, Theresa the friend of...
a sunday letter…
Dear Matt, It’s Sunday and the dishwasher is empty, the bed is made, and breakfast is consumed. For the first time in almost two months we finally had a lazy Sunday. No deadlines, no rushed breakfasts, no missed gym workout, but most importantly, no reason to...on halloween…
Oh Hallow’s Eve, I don’t like you. You’re frightening and scary and make all things goolish create appeal with the dark of heart. I don’t trick nor treat, but not because of a high religious seat. I cringe, I cry, I binge, I sigh! Oh me, oh my!...a documentary…
Do you remember the trip you help me take to Africa? Do you remember me begrudgingly asking for financial suppport? Well… well, well, well, the trip is complete! After three months of production, a #1 MTV hit for East Africa, and many helpful prayers by people...
(in)courage october…
So there’s this webzine I contribute to and each month and I’m officially thee last woman to submit my piece. I know, I know, it’s a bad habit I need to break, but I’m really bad at pre-planning and adhering to deadlines. I enjoy spontaneity...
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.]
