Stories about The Writing Life

Remembering What’s Good (in me).

While the busy days have been for meaningful things - Micah 6:8 sorts of justice and mercy things - I've become neglectful in gratitude. So I am posting the...

You are the Best Things.

“You are a writer, Auntie Ronne? I love stories – what stories do you write? Will you read me a story?” To even be introduced as a writer still...

I Don’t Want to Lose.

Why am I sharing this moment with you? Because I believe you've been there before. And I believe you'll be there again, if you are a dreamer. And so...

Inviting Silence.

This season of my life is a good season that I don’t take for granted. I advocate for the vulnerable in this world and help folks with branding and continue...

Shoot like a Girl | We Walk

Day 53: Bungoma, Kenya. I ran in Kenya. With Kenyans. It was a fundraiser for water cisterns to be placed at the Madeleine School – a first for the...

Today I Rebel.

I sit here and stare at the undone all around me. There are “month at a glance” charts, half-written book chapters, a summer marketing plan, new client projects, layouts...

When I am Brave in Death’s Shadow.

When was the last time you were brave? Not brave about what you do or what you believe, but brave about who you are?  Today, I need to speak...

When a Dream is Undone.

“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.” ― Lemony Snicket It’s easy to encourage others to trust in the Lord and...

This Year. Soar (still). #oneword365

“It is beautiful to discover our wings and learn how to fly; flight is a beautiful process. But then to rest on the wings of God as He flies:...

Hey there, story.

“alright, flowers. here’s your part, and trust me, it is a glorious part. you will adorn the heads of royals. you will grace tables of the mighty. and the...

My List Keeps Growing.

I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don’t intend to waste any of mine. ~Neil Armstrong   Quite a while back, I wrote about death– how...

Stealing Words.

We sat on the sofa, our feet sharing the colorful quilt that made the quiet evening feel safer. It had been so long since we had just sat beside...
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