A Team, A Clan, A Tribe.
I sit, staring at the faces on my computer screen. There are 400 of them, to be exact. I know just a handful of them personally, and have met...
Long-Distance Love : Very Cherry Pie
Have you ever met someone who made you feel at home – even though you were miles and miles apart? That’s my new friend Becky. We are kindred spirits...
32 Tips from a Woman over 50
A while back, I shared 30 things a woman turning 30 could learn from a woman over 50. It was a birthday gift to my friend, Sarah (who lives...
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...
Firecracker Salmon & Fresh Fig Salad
I’ve been inspired lately. I don’t know – maybe it’s my newfound love of things made with grapefruit (the seriously underappreciated citrus fruit), or maybe it’s because we’ve been...
Turning Left.
From the car, I could see it. The Strand. A tourist destination on the Gulf of Mexico – cluttered with hotels and bars and people longing to find a...
Doodling Dreams with Strangers.
I love dreaming. I really love dreaming those “holy wow – really?” dreams that feel a whole lot more like incredible imagination and a whole lot less like a...
It’s Not About the Starting.
I got the email on Monday. And I’m now part of the Start Experiment. To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure exactly what that means. Some people in the...
Fried Apples & Brown Sugar Bacon. BfD.
There are some things I just know to be true: If there is a strange and delightful thing at the grocery store, I’ll be drawn to it like a...
The Tension of “I Don’t Know.”
God judged it better to bring good out of evil, than to allow no evil to exist. ~Augustine A few weeks ago, I shared this story – a...
Amy and the Long Road (McLoud, OK).
It’s been three weeks since tornadoes ravaged neighborhoods in Central Oklahoma. The sides of the road are still littered with the ripped remnants of shredded homes. Here in McLoud,...
The Fulcrum of Belief.
The words from Psalm 139 hung in the stillness of the air – and in my heart. I felt the tension as I held up a hand-painted coffee cup....
