I’m a cynic. I’m the one who asks the Devil Advocate questions, who snorts at simple answers, who absolutely rejects chain-letters and sappy news stories and nearly every hard-luck tale.
I’m a cynic. I’m the one who asks the Devil Advocate questions, who snorts at simple answers, who absolutely rejects chain-letters and sappy news stories and nearly every hard-luck tale.
When we started leading a marriage group at our church, Adam and I stayed safe. We decided to make a group for “young couples” and hopefully get all of us
As I shared yesterday, this has been a rough week for my little heart. I’d far rather be writing about sparkles and eggnog and tidings of comfort and joy then
Some of you know that I’ve had a rough week around the Internets. I stuck my neck out and said something surprisingly unpopular, and, well, we tend to doubt our
Yesterday, I asked a general question to the social media lands, “how do you stay sane at Christmastime?” Overwhelmingly, the response I heard, and the response I’ve been hearing from
I’ve been challenged to participate in a memoir-writing exercise, and as you all well know, I love writing prompts so of course I said yes. Of course, these are not
(The following is what I wrote for the online obituary. Thanks to everyone for the love and prayers!) I was digging through my Grandma’s closet, looking for something or other.
I hate pretension. Probably most of my vigilant dislike comes from a sense that, given a foot or two of wiggle-room, I could easily become the arrogant, pretentious artist I
I love Easter. It’s about hope and new life and sunshine and little kids and the incredible love of God. We can’t get to the joy of Easter Sunday without
The idea has been percolating in my head for most of today, that I have to write about my family. I have to document some of what I’m feeling and