Where Laughter Has Lived
Age is such a tricky beast when culture defines beauty as what used to be. The reality of my five decades is that a lot of good and hard...
Shoot like a Girl | You
Day 46: In my bathroom. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, all the beautiful trappings scattered about on the counter below me. There I was in flannels...
Shoot like a Girl | Uncomposed
Day 32: Austin, Texas. We stood under the towering oak trees as the morning sun played peek-a-boo through the leaves, whispering “new day, new mercy.” Grabbing work gloves, shovels and...
Shoot like a Girl | Here (#31days)
Day 27: Nevrincea, Romania. The abandoned cathedral was obscured by trees, her doorways guarded by stinging nettle. Her pews awaited visitors who walked away years ago. Spider webs were woven...
Shoot like a Girl | Preciosa (#31days)
Day 8: Solola, Guatemala. The market overwhelmed our senses – raw meat hanging from hooks, fresh spices in flour sacks, and colors so rich they could be felt like...
I Will Be That Person.
“How I forgot to be who God had planned for me to be – and my struggle back to reality.” The words are written at the beginning of a...
