a random mix for freedom, breathing, and not caring…
I have an open mind, open heart, and open mouth when it comes to new things. I also believe you should always give something a second shot. Whether it’s trying a new dish or trying on a new shoe, give it another go-around. However, my post-modern, free-loving,...
tap, poke, scrape: excavation of our hearts…
It’s been twenty years. Everything felt fine. It wasn’t until my dentist requested an x-ray that things got complicated. Tap, tap. Poke. Scrape. But twenty years unraveled in nothing more than twenty minutes of sitting in his automatic chair. Bianca,...
the lost…
We’ve all misplaced something at some point or another. Our keys. Our shoes. Our minds. But eventually we find them and sigh a sigh of relief. But there are times when something is lost. No recollection, no path, no hope. In Luke 15 Jesus speaks of a woman who...
stepparenting: failed…
Yesterday was quite possibly the worst failure in my career as a life-long stepparent. Oh Internet, I try. I really do, but sometimes my dreams of being an amazing stepparent and standup comedian go up in a ball of flames. The example: Parker, my eight year-old...
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.]
