cool factor…
City life always makes me like I’m somehow cool. The buildings, lights, taxi cabs, and social life ooze cool like the steam rising from the street pot holes. It’s as if magically I morph into a city socialite who is all grown up. And then something occurs...
chicago, conferences, and clowns…
Bust out the lights, red lipstick, and jazz hands, I’m going to Chicago! Having only traveled to Chicago once before, I feel like I am going to be able to redeem my first experience by actually being able to see the city… even if only for a day. I’ll...
favorite mistake…
I know people who live in a constant state of regret. They question every move, lament every decision, and want a rewind option for life. I know this because I AM that person. Sometimes I think I’m Jewish because I’m positive I could complain for 40 years...
ricci, fear, and us…
He was terrified. Petrified, actually. He shook violently in Matt’s arms for half an hour after the incident. Ricci, our five pound, eight month old Dachshund, was finishing his nightly walk when he turned the corner of our block to be met by two, huge K9 dogs...
weathering the storms…
We’ve all faced storms in life. Some are like the short bursts of warm rain, common in tropical islands like Hawaii. And others—well, they can feel like category four hurricanes when at any given moment you might get washed away. If I’ve learned...
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.]
