Steaks, Sides, and An Apology.
I call this place Kitchen Therapy – that safe space where good conversation and good food blend together to feed our souls. There’s been a lot of celebrating at...
A Slippery Slope.
Strange hands taking my wrist again Somehow I’m still alone Voices shaking my steps again And I follow I heard it again just this week. Some well-meaning person...
Dancing in the Kitchen. November Recipes for YOU!
Today is a day of celebration. No, it’s not a birthday or an anniversary or a holiday or anything like that. But today is the first day I’ve stood...
No More Labels.
I didn’t want to do this. I wanted this to just go away. Because blog posts like this need to be rendered obsolete. But here it is. And my...
A God-Sized Dream.
I’m on a plane now, returning from a week in Jamaica. Those who don’t know me well have sent well-wishes for a wonderful vacation, but my feet never touched...
Navalee Speaks.
I first saw her smile a year ago. She darted out of her dorm at the Jamaican School for the Deaf, ready for an afternoon of play – but...
Good and Bloodthirsty.
You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re...
The Rock. (a sermon to myself)
I wrote these words a few weeks ago, not realizing at the time that the sermon written for others would become what I needed to hear after a serious...
Good Fall Food for Strangers become Friends.
September is almost gone. The month that celebrates autumn and wedding anniversaries and birthdays has moved like a tender breeze through my fingertips – far, far too quickly. I...
Finley and the Gift of Brave.
Today is my birthday. I’ve had 54 of them now, so you think I’d get bored with them. But there’s always a “brand new” that happens when I think...
Captain Amy & the Golden Eggs
What is it about the name Amy? I honestly don’t think I know a bad one. I’ve traveled to the other side of the world to serve the discarded...
You May Have a Point – but You’re Wrong.
I’ve heard it said that short-term mission trips can be damaging, that they are little more than easy ways for people to pacify an itch to be Santa Claus....
