acorns and oak trees…
Oak trees line the streets of London, branches heavy and green. Years of growing beneath the stone streets reveal roots protruding in nooks and crannies and sidewalks. I ran along the wharf in the early London fog with the oak trees swaying like semaphores cheering me...
workout clothes, odors, and being mature…
I’m banning workout clothes from my everyday life due to a heinous crime of odorous proportions. I went to the gym early in the morning, returned home, showered, and put a new pair of gym clothes on because I work from home on Fridays. Why stretch pants? Well,...if we would remember…
“Oh, if we would only remember who God is!” —AW Tozer The edge of the bed was the only stable item in a room that was spinning. I felt short of breath and the walls of my mind were caving in. On the day I was suppose to be celebrating my...
on never making it…
You’re a sweet girl. You have a great personality, but I need to be honest. You’ll never make it. The trees and the color-changing leaves lightly clung on dry branches swaying in the autumn wind. The California sun was still hot though Fall rolled in....
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.]
