I sat alone, outside a coffee shop, stack of books and cold brew at my side and contemplated my last year.
It was a typical setting in an atypical year.
I turned 38 near the beginning of the pandemic last year. And despite working from home, going through the same daily routines, well, a lot has happened.
When people have asked me how I’ve been, my response has basically been the sentiments of, “Surviving, not thriving.”
My work has gone backwards. My spiritual life has grown stagnant. My friendships have been hindered by distancing. I had a relationship end. …
One of the things that makes me the happiest about letting you know of my Poetry Book release is the fact that you were part of it…
So many of you leave the kindest comments and encouragement and those were the things that pushed me towards the completion of this project titled: Lovers: a book of poems.
3 years ago, I went through a season of life I’d rather never re-live again. Betrayal, loss, heartache, dreams shattered, unknown future. I even had a couple of teeth explode (not kidding).
Is it OK for White People to Post Photos with African Children to Support Black Lives Matter?
My short answer is, no. No, it is not ok.
It misses the mark entirely.
At the same time, I see others slinging stones at those who do and I don’t think that is the appropriate response either.
My hope is for this article to be a resource for you, a place of learning, just as I am learning each day as well.
I served ten years with an international non-profit focused on orphans and children-at-risk in Zimbabwe. My first trip to Zimbabwe…
Rachel, a few days from turning 104, went to the doctor’s office for a cortisone shot. She asked where a couple of specific doctors were, and her daughter-in-law let her know that they had already died. Rachel responded, “What! All the doctors have died and I’m still here?!!”
That’s the Rachel I know, or for me, Grandma.
Rachel was born on Nov 29th, 1915, in Hope, Indiana.
She lived through the Great Depression, losing her life savings she had put away in the bank to attend college.
She was a female reporter in an era where few women worked. She…
If you know me, you know that my life is about rhythms and habits. Funny thing about that though is my world tends to get flipped upside down about every 6 months and my work schedule is different every single day. Therefore, habits and consistency are not only hard to come by… they are essential for my personal grounding.
Oh coffee, so many of us love coffee. Are addicted to coffee. Can’t live without our coffee.
When I was a kid, I swore off coffee for life. I think I half-held that promise. All I knew of coffee was Folger’s…
It’s hard to come by a good Youth Pastor… even harder to come by one who stands the test of time.
Jeremiah was my Youth Pastor when I was in High School. He arrived to a small group of kids who welcomed him with open arms. We had been through a handful of youth pastors and interns but Jeremiah and his wife Erin, they were different. They were present. They were part of our lives. They were at our school events.
I can’t say I remember a lot about what Jeremiah spoke about or taught about… but I remember going…