Stories about Community

Shoot like a Girl | Belonging

Day 37: Six weeks. 4000 miles. Four states. Two holidays. Six weddings. Two birthdays. One anniversary. One tattoo. Two special houseguests. Two Thanksgiving dinners. One Thanksgiving breakfast. One cup of...

What is the Color of Christmas Lights.

My precious brother Wycliffe, I am so thankful for your friendship. I know we live worlds apart – you in a remote village in western Kenya and me in a...

Shoot like a Girl | Frolic

Day 36: Side of the Road December is here. The final twelfth of 2014 stares us down and asks so much of us. Every January dream and July starting...

Shoot like a Girl | Breathtaking

Day 35: Mesquite, Texas The tears fell as she walked down the aisle. “She is breathtaking.” Even the pastor had to pause to take it all in, this glorious...

Fortunate Fall.

“Tomorrow is supposed to be day 635.” She texts and I whisper the prayer. “Please don’t die.” I never let her know it in that first year, but there was...

Yes Ronnie. We are Walking.

It wasn’t my first time to step into the haphazard community of folks who might be missed by most who visit the beautiful city. It was easy to think...

When (Please) is the Cry.

The cathedral was born in Nevrincea, Romania, in 1909. She flourished until Communism marched into her village and killed liberty. She wanted to be reborn when the revolution lit...

This is Where It’s Good.

I lie here in the quiet, the fragrance of the outcasts still lingering on my skin. Dust and city and cigarettes mingled with warm vanilla and freesia, shared by...

World Cup of Cobblers. We win.

I’ve confessed a lot on this blog – about the infidelity of my faith, rising above abuse, being a stumbling fool for others. So this confession should be an...

God-Crafted Family (dinner).

“We’ve walked a lot of earth together.” The table has seen so many family dinners over the years. We’ve celebrated birthdays and anniversaries and pregnancies and new jobs there....

(Damn) Good Buttercream for a Princess.

There are times you just need to put that “eating plan” aside and savor the moment. And this is a moment-maker. My friend Courtney and I call this frosting...
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