I've been staring at the blank screen after a summer writing sabbatical, but I'm happy to be back inside The Mudroom again! If you're tired of scrolling through "clickbait Band-Aids, theological soundbites, and Insta-mantras" for a way through the pain, lean in with me here for "Where Truth Lies."
As we round the corner from Juneteenth to July 4th here in the U.S., I find myself far from the truth (about America and myself) but maybe just a small step closer . . . I'm waiting for you at The Mudroom today. Click here.
Last month I was staring out the window at a spring snow, and I caught myself wishing I was the woman walking with her dog instead of me. (Part of me wished I was the dog.) I didn't know this woman or her story, but I was sure it was far less complicated than the … Continue reading A True (Ghost) Story
My love-hate relationship with the socials is best described as a slow-moving car crash. Maybe it's fitting, then, that my collision with humility began in the middle of the world's busiest intersection. It's painful to confront my pent-up pride, but here I am, spilling a life-altering paradigm shift. This one truly changed me. Click here … Continue reading (Un)Follow Me
The worry lines etched between my eyes reveal a battle with anxiety that is a lifelong one. For those of you who find yourselves on a road without end, a little hope today: Click here for "These Three Lines" at The Mudroom.
We're told to have it, but we're not always taught how. And friends, we need it NOW more than ever. Click here for the "how" I discovered in the checkout aisle of a grocery store. It changed my life. (Please peruse other musings on kindness, also in this February issue of The Redbud Post. There … Continue reading Decrypting Kindness
Friends. It feels like it's been awhile. I'm shedding some heavy layers at The Mudroom today as I confront counterfeit hope . . . and queens, and maybe a corgi. Join me there by clicking here.
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