"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. …
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 …
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 …
Confronting Injustice: Working Values into Vision
I like the show, black-ish. It's my new favorite television comedy series. That is not a commentary, or a statement made on behalf of anyone but me. I like the show. There may be others who don't. The show makes me take a look at my own perceptions and biases and understanding of the world and my …
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Why I Love Instagram
I've been blogging since 2008. I wasn't an early adopter because I'm usually not. But I've been loyal. I am loyal. I don't see myself giving up blogging anytime soon (knock on wood). But, things change. Last night, sitting at the dinner table with H, I heard myself thinking, "The world is …