the writing life – restore
Discover. Uncover. Learn. They are all quite acceptable words, really. Each holds within them the beauty of exploration and adventure. But all fell short when it came to describing...
the writing life – remember
There’s a song by a band called The Script that says, “I still look for your face in the crowd, Oh if you could see me now. Would you...
the writing life – reach
What is the power of one? One hand reaching out to hold another strengthens both. One heart stretched and shaped gives space for greater love. One voice joining with...
the writing life – rewrite
This was never the original plan, but it is a most masterful rewrite. On the list of things I wanted to be when I grew up, you’d find archaeologist,...
Join my launch team for One Woman Can Change the World
So, if you read this post, but then stop when the registration form asks you to pre-order the book because this season is really tough financially, please respond and...
Your Pain is Welcome Here: We’ll have Wine and #kitchentherapy
“There’s this moment at the end of every mission trip where the team gathers to talk about the next—what’s next for the people they’ve served, what’s next for the...
You Need to Knead. Bread and #kitchentherapy
Do good with your hands. It’s something my friend Ali and I have said to each other hundreds of times, on the days that feel undone. I’m no neuroscientist,...
When Jesus Steps in to Dreams
I’ve shared this story with but a few people, and in a moment of bravery published it in a now defunct digital magazine a few years back. The story...
Hey 2020, I Will Delight in You.
The Jennifer Lopez song was having a dance party in my brain as I responded to my friend Heather’s email. “As is the norm for me, I clicked every...
I Will Not Curse You.
“Sometime around early November, it begins,” I told Kellye as we gathered for a virtual cup of coffee. “I stare down the remainder of the year as an obstacle...
This is Where Quiet Time Lives.
I wonder why “quiet time” became defined by the perfect chair illuminated by the perfect light at the perfect time of day, flanked by the journal that has the...
A Different Sort of Quiet.
As I think about the meaning and purpose of quiet time, I can’t help but see more and more miracles. God delighting, God rising strong. Today, it’s God dwelling....
