six months later…
Dear Matthew, Six months ago today, I ran down route 246 to the Santa Ynez mission, fell to my knees, and wept in the rose garden. I knew I wanted to marry you, but for a fleeting moment I was scared. Scared that you would leave me, scared you would reject me, scared...
first day of school…
Shoes neatly placed near the door. Bag packed full with supplies. Nerves dancing like butterflies deep inside. Today is my first day of school. I practiced how I would say hello. I brushed my teeth twice. I picked out my outfit and brushed out my hair. This is the day...
rejection, failure, and chocolate…
I asked for it. I begged God to give me an answer. Whatever the answer was, I wanted it. It’s ironic that the week I write about my fears and doing what God has called me to do is the same week I get a huge professional rejection. But this blog began as a...
she started it…
She started it. She heard salsa music and started dancing like she does every year at Christmas. By herself or with the broom she’ll step to the right, then to the left, then to the right again in syncopated step with the Latin beats. My mom and her dancing only...
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.]
