Sometimes when we want answers, what we’re really looking for is a way to calm our anxiety. If we knew the plan and what would happen, then we could relax. We could feel more in control. Things...


Sometimes when we want answers, what we’re really looking for is a way to calm our anxiety. If we knew the plan and what would happen, then we could relax. We could feel more in control. Things...

I love the New Year—the hope, the possibilities spread out before me like the blank pages of a journal. I love to dream, set goals, imagine what could be. But this year, we’re almost to the end of...

What’s my purpose? When we ask this question and silence seems to be the answer, we often go searching. My purpose is out there somewhere, we think, and one day I’ll find it. We live in a culture...

My parents tell the story of how I, at age five, climbed up a ladder and fearlessly jumped off a high diving board. I remember that moment—the smell of chlorine and sunscreen, the blue water beneath...

The air smells like sugar and cinnamon as I walk into my favorite bakery. I’m here for a pie-making class and nervous about this new undertaking. (I once made ciabatta bread that turned out so badly...

In elementary school, I made frequent visits to the nurse’s office. “I have a stomachache,” I’d say. The kind nurse, perhaps knowing what was really going on, would escort me to a mercifully quiet...

Sometimes when we want answers what we’re really looking for is a way to calm our anxiety. If we knew the plan and what would happen, then we could relax. We could feel more in control. Things would...

“We might have severe weather this afternoon,” Mark says at breakfast. We both look out our windows and the sky is clear blue. After we’ve cleared the dishes, I put on my running shoes and...

The sun has long since slipped behind the horizon but I’m still at my computer. My back aches from sitting in the same chair. My mind feels like the inside of a beehive, full of restless buzzing....
We can picture courage like a mighty warrior, sword raised high. But I’ve found courage is often more like a scrappy kid with skinned knees and dirt under her fingernails who just won’t quit. None...