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
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.