And Yet We Rise (One Woman Can Change the World)
Hey there. If you are here right now, it’s likely because you watched my Wednesday storytime on either Facebook or Instagram. And I’m glad you’re here. I’ve shared the...
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 – Bloom. Rest. Burn.
In Guatemala, hillsides are sewn together in patchwork beauty. The plants weave together in milpa gardens—corn rises tall to protect tender shoots from harsh sun and wind, avocado hedges...
India is in My Hair.
It's Tuesday morning where I'm at right now, and the fragrance of India is in my hair. Though I wash it daily with scents of flowers and vanilla, the...
We are All Shattered Pieces.
The more I walk this road, the more I see our fragility. Yes, we are all shattered pieces, we are all shards. We have within us a million small...
The Power of Scorched Earth
Today marks 18 years since my mom took her last breath on this earth. No matter what the day brings, there will be both the ache of her absence...
Peace (Advent)
And when it's all a blur, you are the hard line
In the disorder, you are the peace sign.
Advent: PEACE is the story of a turquoise doorway on a remote...
Love (Advent)
It was sweet Miss Mary from Jamaica who taught me that sign language is indeed that – a language all its own. It is not merely an accommodation or...
When I Want to Know it All
Eight years ago, I received news that I was not going to Honduras because of a political crisis in that country. I was heartbroken, angry, ready for God to...
Arrebato. Repossess.
The youngest, just 13, watches her four-month old son as he sleeps. She was a slave when they found her, when they rescued her and brought her to this...
Pity Stays at the Door.
After spending time with single moms in a remote town in Honduras - all hard-working women who taught their children to be honorable and never ashamed of their condition,...
The Day I Saw “Yes” to Life.
But that day, there was no pity. Instead, I gave thanks that God would have seen fit to give her life there. In a place where she would meet...
