"You can't help but tell your story." H says that all the time, and I have grown to agree with the sentiment. No matter who you are, your story is going to show through. You've seen it in others, I'm sure. Sometimes, you can tell a person's story, even when they're sure they've hidden it from you. …
Every Little Thing: My (Little) Epiphany
I don't know, y'all. I've got mixed emotions about this book thing. I started a newsletter for people who wanted to follow along with the book-writing/editing/publishing process, and I think I wrote two — maybe three — issues before the whole thing just got to be too much. Writing a book is an …
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The Art of Blogging: Conversation
I read every single comment last week. I didn't respond because I was overwhelmed by all of the, Me too!'s. But, I clicked through, like back in the old days, and I found a few blogs I'd like to introduce you to over the next few weeks, just as I promised. Last week I said I wasn't sure what the …
Cosmos
I bought a hummingbird feeder. And I spent ninety-eight cents on window clings with images of birds sitting on branches. And, I bought seeds. Cosmos seeds. I am good at planting flowers. I am not good at keeping flowers alive. But, every year, I have hope that the small seeds might …
A Quiet Appeal to Us, in the Spirit of Matthew 18
Imagine that I'm whispering to you. Or, at the absolute most, imagine that I'm talking in a very soft voice. There's enough yelling going on out there, don't you think? The Christian corner of the Internet is getting a bit too loud and brash for me, despite the fact that I am not one to shy away …
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The Art of Blogging: A Series
Late last week, a bunch of my friends and I sat around in my living room, snacking on food and sipping drinks and laughing out loud and sharing our thoughts, and the talk turned to blogging. Remember blogging? I started blogging because it seemed like a fun way to write stuff my parents could …