Let Me Be the Women.
It was Sunday, and the disciples slept. The crowds slept. The judge and jury slept it off like a bad bender. But before dawn, three women walked. It was...
Stories about being brave
Shoot like a Girl | Glitter
Day 40: Sipapu, New Mexico The sun transformed the snow into glitter as we climbed the hills in search of adventure. Usually the cautious one with a million questions,...
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...