
Why I Should Be a Pillar of Salt and Other Thoughts on Remembering
There are sensations that stick with you for life. When I recall my earliest memories it is of the blue/brown/green mix of shag carpet in our living room. I would...
There are sensations that stick with you for life. When I recall my earliest memories it is of the blue/brown/green mix of shag carpet in our living room. I would...
I thought I was over it. At a women’s retreat with our organization, I shared some of my most recent struggles with a member care counselor....
The topic of forgiveness can quickly become overly heavy and difficult. Sometimes, by just hearing the word, my memory kicks into full gear. The heart-pounding emotions of...
The famous shot in American history heard round the world actually wasn’t. Heard round the world, that is. Let’s get all nitpicky, shall we, as it was probably heard by...
Mostly, I am not afraid of going to bed anymore. But there are nights, after a cup of chamomile tea, some yoga, and a bit of journaling, when I think,...
“Your father has Alzheimers” – that was the diagnosis given to us several years ago. The weight of that statement struck our hearts with dread and a heaviness of...
Seven years, two countries, multiple new friendships, hundreds of blog posts, countless conversations – all have passed since “that” night. And yet each August I still lean into the Father...
I was twelve when my house burned down. We were playing cards in our living room, in our log cabin, in small town Outer Mongolia when we heard what sounded...
You’ve been preparing yourself emotionally, financially, and spiritually for this move. Chances are, you’ve been doing this for quite some time. Moving across the world (or into...
"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell, I know right now you can't tell, but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me." ("Unwell" by...
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