Joining you today from one of my favorite winter spots in the Rockies! I'm talking - as opposed to writing - for a change. (Although my husband might argue that's always the case!) Meet me in the foothills for the ancient Advent hymn that's changed me in 2020. Click here for my talk - part … Continue reading Will You Drink?
Can noise and wonder, fear and joy actually coexist? Advent is upon us, but I'll be honest: It feels a bit hollow. This time around there are far more questions than answers. Maybe that's how it's always been. Click here for "Green" - my latest piece at the Mudroom.
This weekend I saw a lot of costumes, including a toddler dressed up as Chuckie. (Yeah, that Chuckie.) I'm at the Mudroom on this election eve with a dare: It's time to tear off your own masks. (The OTHER ones.) And there might be a bit more on lil' Chuckie, too. Click here for the … Continue reading Unmasked
The storms keep coming. I confess I've spent the lion's share of this year agonizing over the vulnerable ones I love. It's a season for that. But, I've also found remnants of peace - counterintuitively - among the frailest and most fragile of things. Click here for the story of how I stumbled into what's … Continue reading Here, Between the Storms
Yesterday I noticed the night creeping in around 6:00 PM. The days are getting shorter. I fear the inevitable lack of light, figuratively and metaphorically. I'm at the Mudroom today with some illumination on the darker times ahead. And there's something about a coconut . . . click here.
My high school mascot was a pretzel. It takes a turn for the worse from there. Thankfully, I've learned a little something about love on the journey. Coming clean with this piece at the Mudroom today. Click here.
In the quiet of this quarantine-summer, it's never been noisier. I'm hearing things. Join me at the Mudroom today as I try to make sense of it all! Click here.
This month a bold and beautiful group of women step into the Mudroom to engage with us on our theme, "Race, Culture, Identity." There will be candid conversation, stories of disquiet and hope . . . and rest assured, there will be thunder. The question I must ask myself is simple: What will I do … Continue reading And You Will Hear Thunder
Uncovering shame is terrifying. Turns out it's also liberating. Click here for my confessions at the Mudroom: "In Bed with Shame"
Are you feeling the fractures? Me too. Our things . . . they are all coming up, aren't they? I'm stepping into the Mudroom this week with why it's so incredibly hard to step out (literally and metaphorically). Click here.