Short Is Sweet

When I was in college, my friend, Nate, would always ask me when I was going to write a book. "I"m not going to write a book," I'd reply every time. "I'm going to write a brochure." Perhaps it's ironic. For someone as talkative as me, I've never been a fan of the wordiness of … Continue reading Short Is Sweet

There’s No Such Thing As Perfect (Until You’re Dead)

There is no such thing as perfect. There is no such as a perfect child, a perfect hairstyle, a perfect front yard, a perfect job. There is no perfect score. No perfect performance. There are no perfect husbands, and no perfect wives. There is no such thing as a perfect dad or mom. There are … Continue reading There’s No Such Thing As Perfect (Until You’re Dead)

How To Kick The Ultimate Creativity Killer

Today, Holly and Kari over at Dreadlocks and Goldilocks are returning the hospitality and having me over for a visit. They are in a series on creativity, so join me over there, will you? My mom used to tell me she wasn't creative, but no one believed her. She finished a Master Gardener program about … Continue reading How To Kick The Ultimate Creativity Killer

The Problem With Being Good At Things

Today we're hearing from Holly Pennington, a new blogger pal of mine. She is sharing a powerful perspective on the detours we run into when we think our skills should be our gifts and passions, and she dives into brave territory as she discusses how using our gifts sometimes means we don't need God. Her questions are really making me think. … Continue reading The Problem With Being Good At Things

How I Learned To Love My Body

I used to mind the wrinkles gathering like old fabric around my middle. I cringed at the stripes I earned from one baby and then two, stripes that left once and then came back and never left. I used to pull and tug on the undesirable parts, holding them in proper position, wishing they'd obey and just … Continue reading How I Learned To Love My Body

Why I’ve Been Gone: All The Sunday Mornings Never Prepared Me For This

I think I'm finally ready to tell you what's been going on, where I've been. The past three months, when my writing slowed and eventually stopped, have been a blur. Not because they've gone quickly - they've been excruciatingly slow most of the time. But because I am still trying to make sense of it. … Continue reading Why I’ve Been Gone: All The Sunday Mornings Never Prepared Me For This

Growing Up White and Guilty In America

I am going to out some of the white folks here. But mostly I am here to out myself. These are just some thoughts on racism and my own confessions. Please take them as that. I write these words with fear and trembling.  Would I have been like Jill Fenstin here, brave enough to stand for equality? … Continue reading Growing Up White and Guilty In America