This is the first year I won't actually be at an (in)RL meet up. The first year, Michelle and I hosted a meet up together. Michelle opened her home, and her husband made scones, and a group of women—some I knew, and some I'd never met before—sat in Michelle's living room and made friendships that …
Report From the Sidelines
"...Moses’ hands got tired. So they got a stone and set it under him. He sat on it and Aaron and Hur held up his hands, one on each side. So his hands remained steady until the sun went down." Exodus 17:12 I take great pleasure in watching my family and friends see their dreams come true. It's …
All The Stories Matter. Especially Yours.
This year, it seems as if everyone is having babies! Book babies, that is. I've been watching friends of mine pant and push and press their way to publishing their stories. I have cheered for them and paced the halls with them. I've cried when the rejections came. I've prayed when all those words …
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How To Beat That Symphony of Negativity
Lately, I've had the opportunity to speak to a few groups around the country. It is one of my most favorite things. I enjoy meeting you in the flesh, sitting across the table from you before the speaking session, hearing your story, singing worship songs with you, and taking selfies to post on …
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When Disco Is A Word
On summer vacations, my parents would take my sister and me on simple road trips from Michigan to Virginia to hang out on the front porch with our grandparents. I’d catch lightning bugs and hold them in my cupped hands or, standing between pink bedsheets that hung on the clothesline above my head, …
More Love
We moved around a lot when I was young, but by the time that I was three years old, we’d settled into a little yellow cape cod on a suburban cul-de-sac in New Jersey. My dad commuted over the bridge into the city each day for work. My mom taught piano lessons in our living room and worked herself …