On a fall morning over a decade ago, I sat in a circle of women whose ages and stories varied. We clutched coffee cups and held in our emotions, no one wanting to be the first to share. What did we...
The sky stretches inky black above us as we wait for the first spark to light it with color. Whizz. Bang. Suddenly the evening is filled with red and blue and yellow. We ooh-and-aah as each firework...
You are the One who lifts my head high. Psalm 3:3 Maybe the holidays are happy for you this year. Maybe they're hard. Most likely they're a mix of many different kinds of moments. Here's a little...
The airport is crowded this morning. As I wait for my flight I watch the parade of people. Disgruntled teenagers with caps pulled down over their eyes trailing behind determined parents. Bright-eyed...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} I’m tempted to complicate Christmas. It's easy to make it about what I do: about how well I can tie bows, and choose party outfits, and make small talk. About...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} It seems every nativity set comes with a story. Maybe it’s an heirloom full of memories, a special purchase on an outing that brings back a cocoa-scented...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} I recently audaciously and intentionally asked this question: “What gift am I going to give myself this Christmas?” I already have pink fuzzy socks and flannel...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} Confession: I often approach the Christmas season like a project. I want everything to look just like the holiday special I saw on television or the spread...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} Hard news drifts in from the television that's on in the other room as I sit at my desk and try to write. Heartbreaking headlines. Scary statistics....
{my graphics are free goodies for you} I’m sitting at a table full of women one evening and we’re talking about how noisy and stressful this time of year can be, how the expectations and busyness...